[Given that he can’t comfortably turn his head at present to catch much more than a bit of motion in his peripheral vision, he only has her voice to gauge how she’s doing. Her answer isn't the most convincing, but he doesn’t call her out on it – rather, he’ll take it as motivation to get his ass into gear that much sooner. He climbs to his knees.
It’s while reaching to pluck his sunglasses off the ground and slide them back on that he falters suddenly, noting the long, thin stick thrusting out of his sweater like an arrow, the fabric around it stained with a darkening blot of blood. His mind still reeling and with his heart thundering in his ears, it takes him a moment of watching the stick remain stiffly in place with the shallow rise and fall of his chest to appreciate just how much of a freak accident this is. Well, shit. Just his luck.
He surfaces sharply from his thoughts as he remembers she’d asked him something.]
…Hanging in there. [He manages a little breathlessly, slipping on his shades with practiced nonchalance.
There’s no way he’s yanking it out even if it doesn’t seem very big. With it acting as a plug, it would be less of a problem until he could have it looked at. Ah, hell, the thought of having it extracted bothers him infinitely less than the trouble of having to explain how it even came to pass. There is nothing dignified about face-planting and impaling yourself on forest debris hidden under snow while attempting to do a good deed. Nice work, Captain, he muses grimly.
Shaking off his daze, he wills himself to his feet to a grunt.]
Clinic's up ahead.
[It didn’t hurt; not yet, at least. Endorphins and adrenaline worked wonders. But tomorrow, especially... oh, that is something he's not looking forward towards. But he'd worry about it later.]
But... we might have a problem. [As much as he was loath to admit it.]
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It’s while reaching to pluck his sunglasses off the ground and slide them back on that he falters suddenly, noting the long, thin stick thrusting out of his sweater like an arrow, the fabric around it stained with a darkening blot of blood. His mind still reeling and with his heart thundering in his ears, it takes him a moment of watching the stick remain stiffly in place with the shallow rise and fall of his chest to appreciate just how much of a freak accident this is. Well, shit. Just his luck.
He surfaces sharply from his thoughts as he remembers she’d asked him something.]
…Hanging in there. [He manages a little breathlessly, slipping on his shades with practiced nonchalance.
There’s no way he’s yanking it out even if it doesn’t seem very big. With it acting as a plug, it would be less of a problem until he could have it looked at. Ah, hell, the thought of having it extracted bothers him infinitely less than the trouble of having to explain how it even came to pass. There is nothing dignified about face-planting and impaling yourself on forest debris hidden under snow while attempting to do a good deed. Nice work, Captain, he muses grimly.
Shaking off his daze, he wills himself to his feet to a grunt.]
Clinic's up ahead.
[It didn’t hurt; not yet, at least. Endorphins and adrenaline worked wonders. But tomorrow, especially... oh, that is something he's not looking forward towards. But he'd worry about it later.]
But... we might have a problem. [As much as he was loath to admit it.]