-Raut shouts after them- You cannot stop me from breaking you, Griffin!
And we will break the Fountain!
Hurry- he's leaving us for now. But- back to the room... back to the room- or if you feel it is nearby, your-
-coughs a little-
project...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postAs they ran and ran, Liman's gaze attached to itself a sense of familiarity, as if they have been clearly here before. And if they had, it shows- Liman started to take onto a path; a well worn, dusty path that has long since been overgrown with plants and wildlife, but still a built path.
She winced as she heard Raut yell, and was reassured in turn as Griffin replied. His cough however, made her wince- causing her to hurry her steps a tad.
"I-I know this p-part...i-if we aren't long, w-we should be—"
Where the two breaks into a small clearing in the woods- covered in grasses, wildflowers and bushes, surrounded by dilapidated and collapsed fences. But in the middle of the clearing, is a small, familiar grey, angular structure. With a host of metal rods and rusted appliances jutting out from the top, and small artillery pieces that has since fallen apart.
"T-There! I-I see it Mr. Griffin!"
всегда веренHer face turned grave, nodding as she hurried across the width of the compound with him in tow. Walking through the open doors and avoiding debris and ruin of the small outpost, she led him to rest under a small alcove under a hole in the roof that has no doubt collapsed sometimes ago.
"H-Here, y-you can rest here.", she said gently as she laid him down on some clear spot on the floor, laying her sleeping bag for him to lie on.
всегда верен"I-If you survived then, y-you will survive now Mr. ...M-Mr. Griffin...", Liman answered back as she took out a first aid kit- dressings, gauzes and anti-septics. "T-This is temporary m-measure...A-After...after we are done s-staying here we-we should....should get-g-get it looked at.", she said as if she choked for a moment.
With that said, gently pushing his hand away she quickly got to work- years of practice and training showing itself as she cleaned his bullet wound- one of the hundreds and thousands she have seen- and dressed it, attempting to staunch the bleeding as well as administer a dosage of medical gel to help accelerate the natural healing of the tissue and skin.
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(Michael decides to follow him for no apparent reason)
Hey, Warwick. Want some company?
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."