He watches the blood seep into the rug, blending into the pattern - not a lot of it. Tries to focus, but his eyes keep drifting then rolling back in their sockets, nausea overcoming all the rest. The pain is... everything it's supposed to be, and will be forgotten as usual. It shouldn't take long to fix his arm and build a new hand from that gore anyway; right now he's more concerned about concussion and brain damage. The kid didn't mean to kill, but that had been a close call, not used to the h…
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Posted on June 15, 2009 at 12:17pm — 6 Comments