Night 58: Group Therapy Room 2
[teleporting from here]
The dizzying, whirling sensation that characterized teleportation on Gant's first night was just the same as he remembered it. However, after a minute of stumbling into the new area he was still just as nauseated as before, and worse.
"Lan--" Gant interrupted himself with a watery cough. Falling to his knees, Gant clutched at his chest as the pain from the attack suddenly came into sharp focus. Another cough racked his body and he dropped the gun from his hand, reaching up to cover his mouth. He felt wetness and tasted copper.
Damn it. Another round of coughs and Gant was reaching for Lana, trying to get her attention. "Lana... Lana, I..." He could barely breathe. He was bleeding profusely from the hole in his chest. He thought maybe his lung had also been punctured in the fight. What a cheap shot from that mangled hodgepodge of a monster.
He was going to die, wasn't he?
The dizzying, whirling sensation that characterized teleportation on Gant's first night was just the same as he remembered it. However, after a minute of stumbling into the new area he was still just as nauseated as before, and worse.
"Lan--" Gant interrupted himself with a watery cough. Falling to his knees, Gant clutched at his chest as the pain from the attack suddenly came into sharp focus. Another cough racked his body and he dropped the gun from his hand, reaching up to cover his mouth. He felt wetness and tasted copper.
Damn it. Another round of coughs and Gant was reaching for Lana, trying to get her attention. "Lana... Lana, I..." He could barely breathe. He was bleeding profusely from the hole in his chest. He thought maybe his lung had also been punctured in the fight. What a cheap shot from that mangled hodgepodge of a monster.
He was going to die, wasn't he?