11-07-2019, 10:54 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]The burn screamed in agony, stealing his attention away from everything else. The fiery ache of it was hard to turn his back on. His attempts to break away had slowed significantly. Keep it clean, keep it neat. It’ll heal faster. The mantra flashed through his head, though the thoughts were far from comforting.
And then, there were icy cold pinpricks on his back, pushing up and into him. They kept going after they had pierced his flesh, and panic gripped him once more. It hurt, and the pain seemed to grow exponentially the further they grew into his back. Not clean. Not clean. Not clean. Finding his words again, he gritted out through the chill: “Sto-op! I’m a med-medic. Didn’t come... come to fight.” And then- a chance. A yell, and Roman’s attention was off him.
He took his chance, tearing himself away from the spikes (shredding himself up more in the process) and hobbling away as quickly as he could manage it. His bag lay forgotten in the cleft he’d been cornered in.
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And then, there were icy cold pinpricks on his back, pushing up and into him. They kept going after they had pierced his flesh, and panic gripped him once more. It hurt, and the pain seemed to grow exponentially the further they grew into his back. Not clean. Not clean. Not clean. Finding his words again, he gritted out through the chill: “Sto-op! I’m a med-medic. Didn’t come... come to fight.” And then- a chance. A yell, and Roman’s attention was off him.
He took his chance, tearing himself away from the spikes (shredding himself up more in the process) and hobbling away as quickly as he could manage it. His bag lay forgotten in the cleft he’d been cornered in.
// out