Re: [(early) kinda sorta mental: holly/noah.]
[The phone, okay, the phone was there. He wasn't actually sure how he'd managed to find it amidst all the slippery-sticky blood. To be honest? He wasn't even sure if he'd found it, but he knew it was there. What he does register, like completely and totally, is Noah. Like, not the words, but the sensation of the guy. Okay, maybe he was dying, because was that weird? He didn't have long to focus on it, because whatever had been making the space around him this indeterminable pitch black? It's gone, and he can see feet running around, seemingly without purpose from his viewpoint. Holly was big, and the space was cramped, and the bloodloss was making him blink over and over, you know, to focus, and his thoughts were everywhere: Noah? and Going to die and Don't come here and Come here and I wanna be home. Thoughts overlapping, not really sentences, right? All with a kinda coating of hurts. Just things buzzing and sometimes starting and not ending. And the buzz? The buzz, it was so fucking loud. And around him? Around Holly and beyond the desk, soldiers were turning on each other with screams and fists and weapons, fear taking over.]