Herakles (dontcallmeherc) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2009-05-20 03:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | herakles, teddy pullman |
Who: Herakles
What: Ow.
Where: ???
When: ???
Warnings: Gore
Pain.
Once again, not for the first time in his life and certainly not the last, Herakles' world consisted of nothing but pain. He had dragged himself out of the rubble and dirt, his tracks swept away by the rain that had followed the morning after, until even he couldn't find the strength to go any further and blessed unconsciousness claimed him.
When he opened his eyes again, he had to close them immediately against the blinding sun. At his jerking movements, a raccoon inspecting his body skittered away with a shriek. Herakles watched it go before rolling onto his back with a pained grunt and slowly raising his arms. They ached and burned but they were usable. He felt along himself for holes and any protruding weapons. But his fire suit was miraculously whole, burned but no rips or tears, though wet from the ichor that had pooled underneath his stomach and chest from wounds he could not yet discern. But experience gave him some insight; he could definitely feel a rib or four broken... blood pooling to the point of swelling his stomach... reaching up, he could feel that an eye had burst from the pressure of the falling bricks and wood falling onto it. Oh. That sucked.
This was going to take work.
After a long, long hour of laying there to recover his mind and some health, he forced himself back onto his stomach. Something felt rather badly broken in his right leg... probably his knee, it felt like. Any attempt to get up onto even his knees was simply too painful to handle even for him. So it was up to his arms and hands to drag him further along. Had to stay away from the city lights... The last thing he wanted was some innocent to spy him and try to help him only to die in the process. So he carried on further, eventually finding an alcove just deep enough to lay himself into. The earth was cool and soft. He couldn't imagine a better sensation at the moment.
But even as he cherished the small comfort, a new nuisance arrived; a small, poking pain in along his hip. The hell was...
Herakles' eyes flew open. How could he have been such an idiot as to forget he'd gone in with his phone on him. With a groan, he twisted over to his stomach again and reached down for it. Please, don't be crushed, don't have a dead battery...
The youngest Greek god laughed hoarsely when he saw the little phone light up in his large hand. Maybe the Fates really didn't hate him. As the moon began to rise and his exhaustion began to creep up on him, he texted the first person that came to his tired mind, hoping his knowledge of the stars and their positioning would still be right as his eyes finally gave up the fight, and closed.
Summary: Teddy is in alot of pain. Emphasis on alot.