Rorschach is "Mike Caulfield" (whisper_no) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-03-15 03:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | eric draven, rorschach |
Who: Jack and Rorschach
What: Battle wound mending
Where: Aubade 404
When: Friday (3/4) night, after this
Warnings: Bromance, residual battle wound mentions
Every step sent new waves of pain through his body. Every breath reminded him of the open wound in his shoulder and the slow curtain of blood that fell from his neck. He was a mess, a wreck, an absolute pigsty on legs. Which was why he couldn’t simply waltz through the Aubade lobby - people would notice. Even if he kept his jacket on and walked quickly, they would seen the dark sheen on his clothing and the red smears on his gloves. So he had to take option C: scale the building.
He supported his near entire body weight with his right arm, holding onto the grappling gun for dear life as he slowly walked one foot over the other up the side of the Aubade. His left arm was all but useless, bleeding slowly as he cradled it against his chest like a newborn. Every ounce of concentration and willpower he possessed was thrown into holding on, into keeping on. Any other man might have broken under the extreme stress. Rorschach was determined to succeed.
Nine floors of agony and he was spilling onto the balcony, clumsily tumbling head over foot onto the gloriously level surface. Grappling gun held in the crook of his right arm, left arm sprawled over his chest, he took several minutes to just breathe. He was drenched in sweat, back absolutely soaked and face beginning to itch terribly. His hair was slicked down beneath the confines of his cloth face, and the itching at the nape of his neck was almost maddening. With a heavy breath, he forced himself to his feet, walking slowly and laboriously towards the doors that lead into the apartment proper.
He opened them easily, pushing inside and pulling them shut behind him with a bit more force than was necessary. Breaths heavy, he lumbered down the hallway like the undead, making a beeline towards his bedroom.