Stuck like glue - [MCF - Leisure]

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Watching someone die should be an honor.

At least that's what the doc told me when death was a new experience. Not everyone would get to be there and comfort them in their final moments, and I took that to heart until now. He was wrong. Watching someone die, someone who helped contribute to their death, seemed like the most Ludacris moment of my life. I felt like such a fraud claiming to be a healer and then literally hurting someone within a brink of their life. I'm glad that I toppled at the very last moment when I was expected to attack the other one they had been going after, my ally and the girl she was with.

I couldn't bear to have the blood of someone on my hands.

My head began to swim, deeply, while my thoughts ran rampant. Voices clambered out here and there it was all I could do to figure out who was saying what. Tux was by my side in an instant, whimpering as the way I fell into the snow worried him and I caught the stare of my ally looking rather worried.

A knife was sticking out of my leg and blood flowed freely from a gash above the same leg. I grimaced knowing how awful it must look. I needed a fire and metal to cauterize the wound, but that was impossible here. It would have to be old fashioned gauze and a needle and thread and tons of hope that it would close and that it didn't do any permanent damage. I fell out of sync with the rest of the world, the bright glisten of the snow calming my nerves for only a mere moment before a voice snapped me out of my half drunken state.

"Come on Carbon. Get up. Get up. Get up. We gotta go."

Go? Where...

It donned on me that I wasn't set to die jut yet my mind suddenly jumped to the boy we just killed not far away. "... but he's gone. I have to help him?"

It was almost instant how she reacted so I turned my head in her direction and noticed the tone she had used. Was she angry at me? She's mad at you -

"No. We have to go. We can't stay here. We have to get out of here while we have a chance"

"I can't... I can't just leave him-" I looked beyond Sorrel. I reached for her in order to steady my teetering gait with confidence that she wouldn't let me fall. I sighed. "My leg... is fucked, isn't it? I never thought I'd be a patient-"

I notice the sadness in her eyes that I've seen before and for some reason I can't just ignore her. My mind reels with the events that just occurred.

"Help me get away from here then... I've got to stop the bl..." I glanced over her. "Are you okay?"

(This is partial post because I have to work and I'm falling asleep as I write this.)

[Carbon does things in his maint]