First Aid 101: What to Do When You Find an Impaled Teenager || Open || Active
Who: Edward, Tim, Rue, AND YOU!
Where: In the parlour
When: Day 001
What: Maison des Portes gets it's first almost-death! Welcome home...?
Warnings: Blood, gore, Ed's mouth.
Everything hurt. Everything hurt and his head was pounding and his vision was blurring and fuck this couldn't be happening this couldn't be happening. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to try to breathe. His rib cage screamed at him with each staggered breath -- each one a little more difficult than the last. Every muscle, every single bone in his body, felt like they had been broken and shattered, ripped and torn to shreds.
"N-no. I can't die. Not now. Not here. Damn it."
Ed braced himself, gritting his teeth and slowly attempting to pull himself up off the ground. For a second he was doing just fine, but then a biting, sharp pain -- more pain that he had felt in a long, long time -- in his stomach made him freeze. His breath caught in his chest. His heart skipped more than a few beats and his eyes went wide as the world starting spinning. He choked and looked down, immediately wishing that he hadn't. A piece of metal, a long beam from some abandoned construction work, ran right through him. He was fucking skewered. ... He was going to die here, wasn't he?
No. NO. FUCK THAT. He was not going to die here! Not now! He made a promise damn it and he was going to keep it.
He clapped and reached back behind him, severing most of the beam and allowing him the tiniest bit of movement. Just enough for him to manage to roll on his side. Just enough for him to realize that something else was wrong, but he couldn't place it and honestly it didn't matter. He couldn't focus on anything else. He choked and gasped, each breath sending wave after wave of a searing fire through his body.
Where: In the parlour
When: Day 001
What: Maison des Portes gets it's first almost-death! Welcome home...?
Warnings: Blood, gore, Ed's mouth.
Everything hurt. Everything hurt and his head was pounding and his vision was blurring and fuck this couldn't be happening this couldn't be happening. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to try to breathe. His rib cage screamed at him with each staggered breath -- each one a little more difficult than the last. Every muscle, every single bone in his body, felt like they had been broken and shattered, ripped and torn to shreds.
"N-no. I can't die. Not now. Not here. Damn it."
Ed braced himself, gritting his teeth and slowly attempting to pull himself up off the ground. For a second he was doing just fine, but then a biting, sharp pain -- more pain that he had felt in a long, long time -- in his stomach made him freeze. His breath caught in his chest. His heart skipped more than a few beats and his eyes went wide as the world starting spinning. He choked and looked down, immediately wishing that he hadn't. A piece of metal, a long beam from some abandoned construction work, ran right through him. He was fucking skewered. ... He was going to die here, wasn't he?
No. NO. FUCK THAT. He was not going to die here! Not now! He made a promise damn it and he was going to keep it.
He clapped and reached back behind him, severing most of the beam and allowing him the tiniest bit of movement. Just enough for him to manage to roll on his side. Just enough for him to realize that something else was wrong, but he couldn't place it and honestly it didn't matter. He couldn't focus on anything else. He choked and gasped, each breath sending wave after wave of a searing fire through his body.