| [Jun. 13th, 2009|06:27 pm] |
"What'd he do to piss you off so much, Rai?" Genma lifted his hand again, still clutching his dog tags, and reached for his friend. "You hurting bad?"
He probably was. Genma hurt like a son of a bitch. The more he was awake, the more he became aware of every single injury, from the most serious--his hand (not thinking about his hand) and something terribly wrong deep in his chest and abdomen--to the least--scabbed-over scrapes on his knuckles, a bruise at the edge of his jaw. And every injury in between. There was a tight pull on his hip where a sword had bitten in. There was the ache in his throat, and the sharp sting of deep cuts, where the garotte wire had dug deep. There were a hundred little insulting cuts and bruises, some chakra-healed, some stitched.
He groaned, and let his hand fall away from its reach for Raidou. "I feel like shit warmed over. You too, right? You look like it."
He looked, now that Genma was awake enough to assess, terrible. Even with bandages hiding most of the damage, it was the hunted look in Raidou's eyes that was so very bad. He reached again for the rail. "Come on, Rai. We made it, right? We just gotta get through a debriefing, and a little healing. Then I'm taking you out for beers and that movie. The one with the dinosaurs." |
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