Mar 25, 2010 20:53
[Mello is hardly inept at technology, and the feed really should not have turned on, but at the moment, his main concern is hardly the communication device that falls from his pocket and turns on when it hits the ground to the sound of a door slamming. After all, that's an awful lot of red staining his coat and the piece of cloth wrapped around his upper left arm to try to stem the blood flow.]
MATT!
[No response, and he doesn't realize the communicator's on.]
Tch, where the hell--? Oh, fuck it. I'll just--
[--just kick the PCD, apparently, notice it, and snarl at the screen for a moment when he realizes it's on. But there are more important things, so he just turns it back off and jams it in his pocket.]
got himself shot,
it's his fault matt's gone,
being a bitch,
shit do we have a first-aid kit?