Danger, danger [ Abandoned ] Who: Matt (nicotine_high), Akira (udou), Hanatarou (naoseru), Ren Fah (renfah What: Matt's bleeding and needs help. When: Yesterday after his intro post. Where: Lobby Warnings: Blood, light mature content?
(Matt needs a tag Thank you. ;;; remove Mello's tag, oops >_<)
It was becoming harder and harder to think. What the hell was that guy talking about? Who the hell answered his calls for help? Matt didn't know, but at the moment he found it hard to care. He was in no position to be picky. I was either accept help from strangers or die, and right now he wasn't very keen on dying.
He had tried to walk to the waiting area of the lobby, all the while wondering where he was and how he got it, but he couldn't make it. The bullet lodged into his right thigh was making it difficult to move. He couldn't even move his left arm because one of the bullets grazed his shoulder. He had to resort to using his right arm to grasp his left side where another bullet grazed him. It was probably a lucky shot for him that his vest had been over sized, so whoever aimed for his stomach missed by a good few inches. That didn't change the fact that it hurt more than anything he'd ever experienced.
He was starting to feel light headed. Things were starting to spin, and he hoped whoever it was that was coming down to help would get there soon.