Re: Marco, Callum, Rose, and OPEN
Wrinkling his nose at the scent of ammonia, he gasped softly, and let his eyes flutter open to Rose and Marco. Moving a little to pull back to get a better look at them, he winced at the uncomfortable ache in his side. But he nodded at Rose's instructions. "what happened," he shifted to let Marco help him up to his feet, groaning a bit as he did, "fuck."
His hand went to his side as he somewhat straightened up a little, giving a look from Rose to Marco, and then around at the chaos. Honestly, he still wasn't entirely sure what was happening. He'd been..shot? Why did he feel like shit? He probably looked like shit too. His bloody shirt was ripped, "Christ," he looked down at his side. Was he okay? Were they okay? "What happened," he spotted his sketchbook in the dirt, below, and moved to reach down for it, and only lost his balance a little. He still hadn't completely found his bearings. And he still hadn't even realized what had happened. Or what was still going on.