Who: Robo!Sam and OPEN (He needs someone to help, please tag in!) What: Arrival When: Last night Warnings: Robo!Sam swears like a sailor/Robo!Sam is injured.
He had the communication device in his pocket, standard military issue. Supposedly he could send a message to anyone, or everyone, in camp with it. Great, that could come in handy. Except that Sam didn't want to call attention to himself.
So he ignored it, he didn't even want to use it for the map. He'd find his way to the clinic by himself. Except that he could barely move, because he could barely breathe. He was pretty sure his lung had been punctured, but even if it hadn't, he was losing blood, fast, and that wasn't good.
He needed medical help. He groaned, and reached a hand out. He couldn't tell if he was on his feet, walking, on on his back on the ground. He thought he was walking, but he could feel the ground under his head.
If he rolled over and died, would anyone even care?