Drabble [Fixed] Mage
Blood filled Deacon's mouth as he collapsed at the edge of the Consilia entrance.
His body ached in pain and agony. In his mind, the black voice listed his injuries in a bored manner.
"Three broken ribs, fractured clavicle, concussion, you dislocated your jaw again." It droned.
Deacon tried to summon the words to silence the voice but dizziness robbed him of his senses as he collapsed, a fresh stab of pain from his fall silenced the voice for the moment.
"Hello?" A new voice asked. A woman. "Are you alright?"
Worry laced her voice.
"Help." he replied weakly.
His body ached in pain and agony. In his mind, the black voice listed his injuries in a bored manner.
"Three broken ribs, fractured clavicle, concussion, you dislocated your jaw again." It droned.
Deacon tried to summon the words to silence the voice but dizziness robbed him of his senses as he collapsed, a fresh stab of pain from his fall silenced the voice for the moment.
"Hello?" A new voice asked. A woman. "Are you alright?"
Worry laced her voice.
"Help." he replied weakly.