Oh, The Irony
Title: Oh, The Irony
Characters: Owen
Word count: 100
Rating/Warning: 15 for some naughty-ish words
AN - Another random popped into my head thing.
As the ground opened up beneath him and he felt himself fall, the one word that went through Owen’s head was “bollocks”.
He lay on the ground in the disused, rotten house that he had been searching and looked up at the ceiling-that-had-once-been-floor he had fallen through.
He did a quick mental assessment.
Ribs - Broken or cracked, jolly good
Arms - seemed fine
Back - hurts like a bastard, but everything wiggles
Head - I think therefore I am
Legs - foot should not face that direction. Arse.
A giggle welled up inside him.
“Medic!” he yelled.