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Francis is in a lot of pain. A lot. He's still denying pain killers, even though there are holes in the side of his body. He's healing fast enough; he's lucky for that. He's lucky that Aaron didn't hit him straight on. Of course, Tay would be a lot more injured if that were the case. But he doesn't want to be here. He hates hospitals. He hates the smell. He hates the way the doctors try to work around their patients.
There has been a lull and the nurses are changing shifts. He wants to see if he can get out of here. He wants to leave. He's not sure he could make it all the way out. But he's going to try. He's got to get out of here. There's enough of a hubbub in the hall that maybe, just maybe he won't be noticed.
He forces himself into a sitting position, the pain blacking out his vision for a moment. He can feel the stitches in his skin. He still has a fever and it's so hard to breathe. He grips the side of the bed, preparing to get down. Baby steps.
It's been a while since he's been this injured. The last time, he'd been left on a battlefield, presumed dead. He'd rather be in that position right now. He'd so much rather that.
There has been a lull and the nurses are changing shifts. He wants to see if he can get out of here. He wants to leave. He's not sure he could make it all the way out. But he's going to try. He's got to get out of here. There's enough of a hubbub in the hall that maybe, just maybe he won't be noticed.
He forces himself into a sitting position, the pain blacking out his vision for a moment. He can feel the stitches in his skin. He still has a fever and it's so hard to breathe. He grips the side of the bed, preparing to get down. Baby steps.
It's been a while since he's been this injured. The last time, he'd been left on a battlefield, presumed dead. He'd rather be in that position right now. He'd so much rather that.