Who: Jason Todd (
jaytodd ) and Heine Rammsteiner (
stray_gunner )
When: Friday afternoon.
Where: One of the back alleys of Anatole.
Format: Paragraph.
What: A lumpy mess who insists he's all right and a dude chock full of bullets meet in a back alley. What could go wrong?
Warnings: Swearing, blood, possible violence.
(
Bandages on my legs and my arms from you - bandages, bandages, bandages. )
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He carefully dragged his arms closer from his body. The idea was to get up but... okay that hurt. That hurt a hell of a lot too much. He should have just killed the bastards and be done with it. How had the guys even gotten the jump on him?
His head spun. He probably blacked out again, for a little while. When he came back to, there were noises at the mouth of the alley.
He managed to straighten a little - he coughed wet, blood bubbling on his lips, and his right arm refused to bear his weight. He might have uttered a sound of pain.
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He heard something from a bit further down the alley - someone in a lot of trouble, he thought, turning to see what was going on.
Heine walked over and then crouched next to the nearly unconscious man. It was Jason, he realized a little belatedly.
"You look like shit," he remarked with a stare.
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He blinked. Then his eyes slide up, slowly. Not enough light. He blinked again. That was.
"Heine," he said. Croaked, rather. His lips were wet, but not with saliva. It tasted metallic.
It looked red on Heine, too.
"So do you," he replied. It didn't hurt. That might no be a good thing.
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"Yeah, whatever." Heine shrugged and looked at Jason's rather painful state.
"...do you need a doctor?"
The only things that Heine knew about first aid amounted to 'bleeding is bad' and 'don't mess with what you don't know.'
Which basically meant he was useless in this situation.
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