Josh holds as still and quiet as he can as he waits on Danny, biting back the urge to whimper in pain. God, he can't believe he was that stupid, or maybe just unlucky. Doesn't really matter, though, because either way he's pretty much fucked. His arm is slicked with blood, dripping off his elbows and mixing with the mud and sweat on his skin, and it's soaking into his tank top in a spreading patch. He's light-headed and dizzy, and he's not sure how much of it is from that and how much is from the pain, because fuck it hurts.
"Gonna have to, aren't I?" His voice is thin but he's determined, because screaming will just bring their pursuers down on them that much faster, and he figures he can manage just about anything he has to if it means hopefully not dying. He looks for a moment around until he spots a piece of wood that looks about the right size. "Pass me that?" He starts to gesture with his uninjured arm, but even that jostles him enough to pull a gasp from him and he nods toward it instead. "I can chew on it to keep my mouth shut."
"Gonna have to, aren't I?" His voice is thin but he's determined, because screaming will just bring their pursuers down on them that much faster, and he figures he can manage just about anything he has to if it means hopefully not dying. He looks for a moment around until he spots a piece of wood that looks about the right size. "Pass me that?" He starts to gesture with his uninjured arm, but even that jostles him enough to pull a gasp from him and he nods toward it instead. "I can chew on it to keep my mouth shut."
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