Prompt Post No. 14
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Eames opened his mouth to reply, but he swung his gun to his shoulder and shot a projection off of a roof before he got anything out. “They're on to us,” he stated grimly.
“Hurry, we might be able to out run them yet,” Arthur picked up a sprint, and the others followed suit.
More projections began appearing on the surrounding rooftops, and Arthur, Cobb, and Eames gunned them down as best as they were able while running.
Eames happened to glance behind himself just in time to see a projection with a very explosive weapon taking aim at Ariadne. Eames grabbed her and threw her as far as he could just in time to be caught in the explosion. He lost consciousness for a few seconds. He came to face down on the pavement, Arthur trying desperately to get back to him.
“Ar-,” he tried, voice coming out as no more then a whisper. He tried several more times before working up a shout. “Arthur!” Arthur's eyes snapped to Eames'. “Arthur, I'll be fine! Look out for Ariadne and Cobb!”
“You will not be fine!” Arthur screamed back wildly. “You don't know what they'll do to you!”
“I do know that I'll take it better then Ariadne! Get, Arthur! I'll be fine!” Another explosion rocked the road, and Ariadne screamed. Arthur shot Eames one last pained glance, then scrambled after Ariadne and Cobb.
Eames' head was still spinning, his ears were still ringing, and apparently his body was still in shock, because he didn't hurt yet. He could feel blood sliding down his back and legs, though, so he knew it was only a matter of time.
A projection knelt next to him and put a hand on his shoulder; Eames flinched violently away, not having heard him approach thanks to said ringing in ears.
“Hey, hey, it's ok, it's ok. We're here to help you,” The projection assured him.
“Oh... sure...” Eames glanced behind him and saw two other projections with a stretcher.
“Here, get him on,” the first projection directed the other two. They approached and eased Eames onto the stretcher. Eames' body decided to come out of shock at this point, and Eames yelped in pain.
“Shh, shh, don't worry, we'll get you some morphine as soon as we get back.” The projection ran his fingers through Eames' hair. Eames shut his eyes and concentrated on breathing while the projections carried him away.
They entered a building eventually.
“Sir, we've retrieved Eames.” The first projection saluted.
“Good job, Benny,” a projection in a black uniform returned the salute before approaching Eames.
“What shall we do with him, Sir?” Benny asked.
“Take him to the med bay, of course,” the projection in charge raised an elegant eyebrow in one of Arthur's 'are you an idiot' expressions.
“Right away, Sir.”
The projection in charge followed after the projections who carried Eames until they set him down on a bed in what seemed to be a small IC unit. A nurse fussed over Eames for a bit, and the black-suited projection dismissed the others.
“Oh, Benny,” he called as Benny was walking out the door.
“Yes Sir?”
“Tell Wilson to lay off the explosives. That would've torn the little bitch in half if it had hit her.”
“Yes Sir.” Benny walked out.
“Sir,” the nurse drew his attention, “should I give Eames some morphine, or do you want to talk to him first?”
“Give us a few moments, Lilia, will you?”
“Yes Sir,” Lilia walked away.
“What were you thinking, Eames?” He carded his fingers through Eames' hair. “Jumping in front of an explosive like that. You're a moron.” He sighed. “Just look at the state you're in,” he ran his fingers down Eames' lacerated back. Eames whimpered. “Ah, well,” the projection continued, “I've got you now. I'll keep you safe.” the projection set his hand back on Eames' head, them bent down and kissed him on the mouth.
Eames gave a surprised “mmph,” but the projection was standing again before Eames had time for anything else.
“Alright, Lilia,” he called, “we're ready for the morphine.”
“Yes, Sir,” Lilia returned and drugged Eames.
“You sleep tight now, Eames,” the commander patted Eames' mostly unwounded shoulder and kissed his temple. “I'll be here when you wake up.”
Eames managed only a puzzled look before the morphine dragged him under.
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