Nate, Adelaide and then Babs- Later in the morning
It didn’t hurt when it had happened.
Getting the shrapnel was positively painless.
He’d been up early, a rarity for him after a hard nights drinking but there he was, out in the open. The first RPG hit and Nate knew what it was. He’d been in war torn areas, been in the middle of firefights and once you’ve been in a city, waiting all night as the building around you were being bombed you don’t forget. Your body reacts, adrenaline going and when the first pack of trailers were hit Nate went running back to Their trailer. He was gunning it, legs moving as fast as they would carry him back to bunny and then the second RPG hit and the concussive force of the blow had thrown him about twenty meters knocking him unconscious.
Luck had been a bitchy sort of friend to Nate that day. He was out and about, and that was completely unlucky but when he got caught in the blast radius he had been shielded by the tin paneling as he moved. That was lucky.
Completely painless then. Unconsciousness is a big help when it comes to traumatic experiences.
What was painful was coming too with wood pieces and metal embedded in your buttocks and upper thighs. He was face down, in the Chapel. Obviously someone had found him and carried him but neither that or the pain was the first thought that came to the forefront of his mind.
“Bunny!” he yelled out, attempting to get up from the table he’d been set on and go. Instantly he was struck with the pain of his injuries- pieces of the Dog Park still sticking out from his body. For a moment he was worried he was paralyzed but then the pain was good. Pain meant that he was still alive, still feeling. Pain was good.