| [May. 15th, 2008|08:23 am] |
There was something cold on Ginta's face. He flinched away, tensing up, eyes flying open. His hands came up defensively as he shied away from the touch. Color and sound hit him next. A faint blue light. A woman's voice saying his name.
Where was he? Mission. Mission and his partner was down. He stared at the woman, managing to get his vision focused enough to recognize the insignia on her hitai-ate. She must be one of the reinforcements.
"We took a lot of casualties," he told her, in a rasping voice that sounded utterly unlike his usual light tenor. "Lot of wounded." It was hard to breathe. Right, the Fox. He'd been leading an assault on its flank when a tail had struck his whole squadron broadside. "My commander took... a head injury. I got hit.... Chest."
He stared at the woman. Imploring her to get it right. Get Ichiro evacuated to base, so someone could deal with it before the bleeding in his brain killed him. "You take Ichiro-sensei first." He gestured at Kakashi, who lay unresponsive beside him. "Get him... help." |
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