Conan knows better than to protest about being carried. Again. Better to get out of sight as fast as possible.
They very nearly made it. But just before they reach the treeline, Conan bites back a scream as he feels one of the bullets cut a deep furrow across his leg.
But there wasn't time to deal with it right now. Rather than draw attention to himself, Conan grits his teeth and endures the mad dash into the woods, as every jolt jostles the injury and sends spikes of pain through his leg. When Hattori finally tosses him on the ground, it is very nearly a relief.
He closes his eyes tightly, and breathes harshly as he tries to control the pain. And then he is rolling up the cuff of his pants and taking a look at the injury. From a glance, he could already tell that he needed to concoct some kind of pressure bandage to stop the bleeding.
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Date: 2019-02-06 12:06 am (UTC)They very nearly made it. But just before they reach the treeline, Conan bites back a scream as he feels one of the bullets cut a deep furrow across his leg.
But there wasn't time to deal with it right now. Rather than draw attention to himself, Conan grits his teeth and endures the mad dash into the woods, as every jolt jostles the injury and sends spikes of pain through his leg. When Hattori finally tosses him on the ground, it is very nearly a relief.
He closes his eyes tightly, and breathes harshly as he tries to control the pain. And then he is rolling up the cuff of his pants and taking a look at the injury. From a glance, he could already tell that he needed to concoct some kind of pressure bandage to stop the bleeding.