| [May. 5th, 2009|05:36 pm] |
"Which makes no damn sense at all," Raidou growled, half to himself. He glanced up, palming his own solider pill. "You've got a couple busted ribs, kid. They're strapped up; should be enough to hold you until we get home." If there was nothing worse going on inside. But why had Sago gone for Genma? Genma had been down, breathless, hardly conscious. Not even remotely a threat. Raidou had been the one up and running, dealing out as much damage as possible.
Which, granted, hadn't been a lot. But Sago hadn't seemed like the type of man to worry overly about a teammate's death. Why strike for Genma when there was Raidou around, breaking knees?
It didn't make sense. And he didn't like it. But mostly he didn't like the fact that he was grateful for not having taken that blow. With broken ribs slowing him down on top of everything else, they might never have made it out.
Raidou shook the thought off and forced his soldier pill down with a slug from the canteen, trying unsuccessfully to keep the water on the right side of his mouth. He shuddered as it washed over raw gums, squeezing his eyes closed, and took a long slow breath through his nose.
Painkillers. There was codeine. He managed to salvage and swallow three before the urge to retch almost brought them back up again. An automatic jaw clench did nothing to help.
"Okay," he panted, when he finally opened his eyes to meet concerned amber-brown ones. "We need to keep moving. I don't know how long that door will hold." |
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