[ Maybe they both are, tried worn bones hollow with an exhaustion that never fully leaves once it has settled itself in so deep. It's familiar like the pain, something that holds no meaning to them now. They barely bat an eyelid at it, keep going despite it all. What choice do they have? Pandora is a beast that will swallow you up and they are not the sort to become food.
His arm drawing her in closer is the same, familiar and nothing, barely registers a response. A exhale, a sigh, smaller body shifting without resistance to lean her weight against him. They've spent too much time together; bled together, fallen together (in more ways than one), licked each others wounds. It's nothing, it can be nothing, especially as it is everything. The lower he goes the tighter she clings, shifting alongside him in an attempt to make it a little painless. Pointless, really, but she tries. They're a collection of bullet holes, breaks, and bruises, colored further by their collective vices.
Heavy landing as her gritting her teeth, a sharp painful sound ripped from her stomach. Fingers curled and head rested in the crook of his neck she inhales shallow breaths, burning from wounds crawling across her skin. ]
I wish. [ Inhale, exhale. She curls against him subconsciously, this solid and warm thing, burying her face deep. Maybe she'll take a nap right here. ] Used my last when that asshole came at us with the slag grenade.
[ The most he can give her is a solid grunt into her shoulder as she leans into him. Mercifully on the injured side, yeah yeah, he'll take it easy. For the moment, in this small cave is allowing them to do. Lets her talk in pleasant white noise above his head.
His hand is holding the gouging wound together carefully. there's blood leaking between his fingers and its when his lips have that stretched thin feeling her realises that alright, he needs to do something about it. He doesn't so much pull back, just turns it instead against her shoulder. Faces out and digs around to find the words. ]
Lily... [ No, it's not the worse, but blood loss never got exactly better with time, did it? ] Unwrap my scarf? [ He can't move his hand off the wound, not right now at least. Without the hypo, they were going to have to kick this old school. Make shift bandages. ]
[ Groans fist, resistance to the thought of moving knowing full we there is no other choice. She's as comfortable as she can be here and moving just... she really doesn't want to move. But no hypos, no healing, can't just remain as is or be running the risk of bleeding out. Lilith shifts slightly, reaching around to use the rock wall behind him as a prop. Burning, burning, burning, there's fire in her veins and it feels like her bones are cracking with every inch.
Focus, Lil, focus. ]
Scarf, right. [ Is it a good or bad thing that's she has become so familiar with the way he wraps his scarf around his head? Finger hooking exactly where they need to it start unraveling it. ] I'll buy you a new one. [ Or steal one. It's not like they have many scarf vendors out in the ass of Pandora. ]
[ He moves only as much as he needs to, to give her the space to get it undone, his head tipping forward and shifting his upper body the little bit so it'll budge where it's wrapped. Another grunt of pain, as his fingers slip on the wound. ]
Aw hell, it's been covered in worse. [ Once she gets it free he leans back again, a thin sheen of sweat on his body, panting for the effort. Never mind, might be worse than he thought. ] Through and through. Nothing vital.
[ After so long, he's gotten used to the feeling of when a bullet pierces organs to when it's just torn about flash. ] Lucky, think it was fire. Cleaned it on the way in. [ which is another small mercy in of itself. ]
[ She knows what to do, or at least what she thinks she's supposed to do, trembling fingers ripping fabric into thinner strips. Scarf long enough that it makes for a decent length makeshift bandage. Enough for now, until they can stumble their way towards the nearest med-hypo and jab it deep. ]
I'd offer to burn the wound closed but... [ Too risky, especially running empty. Then there is the chance she might do more than burn the wound closed, can't risk that, won't risk that. Idiot means too much to lose. Besides it would take too much concentration, of which she has none at the moment.
Frankly she's surprised she can manage to take his bloody hand and press her makeshift bandage against the would, tugging him off the wall to lean against her chest in a haphazard attempt to wrap it tight. Stop the bleeding, that's the first stop, stop the bleeding. ]
Alright, it should hold long enough to scrounge up a hypo or two. You think you're gonna hang there, tiger?
[ His hands have that shiver shake - the one that comes from bleeding out, but he knows better from needing a bottle. That wearing out feeling that makes each breath painful, his head swimming. His pride doesn't much like how easy he moves in her hands, like a children's toy - but it's apt. Coughs weak as she tips him forward, taste's blood in his mouth that heavies up from his lung.
Grunts into her shoulder in response to the pain of the wound being braced. Maybe it's exactly what he thinks of the idea of having his wound closed. He trusted her, sure, but he knew sometimes he knew her powers weren't exactly in her control. ]
Think I can manage that. [ He settles back, and his hands drop from her, for all he's still tucked into her side. ] You?
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[ Maybe they both are, tried worn bones hollow with an exhaustion that never fully leaves once it has settled itself in so deep. It's familiar like the pain, something that holds no meaning to them now. They barely bat an eyelid at it, keep going despite it all. What choice do they have? Pandora is a beast that will swallow you up and they are not the sort to become food.
His arm drawing her in closer is the same, familiar and nothing, barely registers a response. A exhale, a sigh, smaller body shifting without resistance to lean her weight against him. They've spent too much time together; bled together, fallen together (in more ways than one), licked each others wounds. It's nothing, it can be nothing, especially as it is everything. The lower he goes the tighter she clings, shifting alongside him in an attempt to make it a little painless. Pointless, really, but she tries. They're a collection of bullet holes, breaks, and bruises, colored further by their collective vices.
Heavy landing as her gritting her teeth, a sharp painful sound ripped from her stomach. Fingers curled and head rested in the crook of his neck she inhales shallow breaths, burning from wounds crawling across her skin. ]
I wish. [ Inhale, exhale. She curls against him subconsciously, this solid and warm thing, burying her face deep. Maybe she'll take a nap right here. ] Used my last when that asshole came at us with the slag grenade.
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His hand is holding the gouging wound together carefully. there's blood leaking between his fingers and its when his lips have that stretched thin feeling her realises that alright, he needs to do something about it. He doesn't so much pull back, just turns it instead against her shoulder. Faces out and digs around to find the words. ]
Lily... [ No, it's not the worse, but blood loss never got exactly better with time, did it? ] Unwrap my scarf? [ He can't move his hand off the wound, not right now at least. Without the hypo, they were going to have to kick this old school. Make shift bandages. ]
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Focus, Lil, focus. ]
Scarf, right. [ Is it a good or bad thing that's she has become so familiar with the way he wraps his scarf around his head? Finger hooking exactly where they need to it start unraveling it. ] I'll buy you a new one. [ Or steal one. It's not like they have many scarf vendors out in the ass of Pandora. ]
How bad is it?
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Aw hell, it's been covered in worse. [ Once she gets it free he leans back again, a thin sheen of sweat on his body, panting for the effort. Never mind, might be worse than he thought. ] Through and through. Nothing vital.
[ After so long, he's gotten used to the feeling of when a bullet pierces organs to when it's just torn about flash. ] Lucky, think it was fire. Cleaned it on the way in. [ which is another small mercy in of itself. ]
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I'd offer to burn the wound closed but... [ Too risky, especially running empty. Then there is the chance she might do more than burn the wound closed, can't risk that, won't risk that. Idiot means too much to lose. Besides it would take too much concentration, of which she has none at the moment.
Frankly she's surprised she can manage to take his bloody hand and press her makeshift bandage against the would, tugging him off the wall to lean against her chest in a haphazard attempt to wrap it tight. Stop the bleeding, that's the first stop, stop the bleeding. ]
Alright, it should hold long enough to scrounge up a hypo or two. You think you're gonna hang there, tiger?
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Grunts into her shoulder in response to the pain of the wound being braced. Maybe it's exactly what he thinks of the idea of having his wound closed. He trusted her, sure, but he knew sometimes he knew her powers weren't exactly in her control. ]
Think I can manage that. [ He settles back, and his hands drop from her, for all he's still tucked into her side. ] You?