Re: Marco, Callum, Rose, and OPEN
"Shot," he repeated, brows still furrowed, as he shifted, but did his best to try and keep still. It was proving to be quite difficult. Why the fuck was he shot! Who shot him? What was going on?? What did he do?? Swallowing hard, he glanced down toward his side to try and see what Rose and Marco were doing.
"What," glanced back up toward Marco at the mention of silver. That was bad for werewolves, right? Really bad. "Fuck," he hissed, trying not to cringe too much when Rose stuck the medical tweezers in his side to fish around for what? The bullet?
Where the fuck were they? People were still running past. Blue eyes moved from Marco to Rose when she mentioned the silver nitrate. "Nhhg," he was going to die, wasn't he?? His eyes rolled shut again as Rose took hold of his arm to get the IV in. "Cat," had reached up to grip at Rose's arm, "wh're's Cat?"
He jumped when Marco started flushing out the bullet wound, "Jesus!" He gripped tighter at Rose's arm, but opened his eyes to look back over toward Marco, "fuck. Fuck," it wasn't that he didn't care what they were saying. It was that none of it was even really registering-- so yes, shock was a bitch.
Pain was worse. As soon as Marco began digging into his side for the pieces of shattered bullet, Callum lost consciousness again. It was probably for the best.