Re: [Carnival - Adult]
"No hospitals," he insisted whilst choking on blood and the taste of quickly approaching doom. He knew the taste well, metallic and dead-flat on the tongue. He'd felt it only once before, and that'd been when he was dying. Somehow, it was still tupperware-fresh, after all this time. He seemed paler now under the moon, deathly with the contrast of his life spilling dark all across his shirtfront. Refusing to go to a hospital was rarely the smart move to make, and he knew that it would sound suspicious. There were only a handful of reasons that someone might not want to go to the hospital while riddled with gunshots, and most of them were illegal. "They'll ask too many questions. I'll have to talk to the cops."
Rory looked somehow even paler when she made mention of the demon she knew. He hadn't known of any demons in town, so this was news to him. He didn't want to believe that there could be a demon in town and he would remain unaware of it. But she seemed convinced, and that brought about an entirely new worry, because he hadn't known that she remembered demons existed. The fact that she knew one by name was plenty worrisome, and he was even more convinced that some kind of demonic magic was responsible for his injuries. He trusted her a little less, and Rory struggled to get to his feet despite the growing pool of blood beneath him. Adrenaline helped, spurred on by the panic of his sputtering heart. "No," he cut her off, dismissive despite dying. They would talk about this demon later. If there was a later.
"There is a man in the woods, he lives in one of the abandoned houses. He patched me up once, he can help me." Rory's voice wasn't even, but he was insistent despite being wholly aware of the fact that he'd never be able to walk that far. He tried to push himself to his feet, and his head spun. "Just help me up."