The gunfire rings out in the small room, echoing in his head, as everything
happens in slow-motion. He shouts trying to tell Davin to duck before the
gun goes off but it's a useless effort. James is hit in the shoulder, right
beneath his collarbone, before all the words make it out. It literally
freezes him, then his legs buckle as he's crumpling onto the floor in pain
and shock.
He's breathing hard in panic because he's never been shot before and his
body is screaming with pain. His heart is racing, and the gunshot wound
throbs with blood. He manages to gather his wits enough to use his other
hand to cover the pooling blood trying to manage the bleeding. His hand is
smeared thickly with red, so much that he's shaking a little at the sight.
Then Davin is there, and James just tries to concentrate on what he's
saying which is hard to do without the way his mind is reeling. He grunts
with effort trying to lean up a little. "Check..." He breathes hard making
an effort to speak. "See if the bullet came out....Davin....you gotta stop
the bleeding."
In his head he is running through procedures. They are probably far outside
of town. Who knows when the ambulance will make it. James knows he's
bleeding too much, but he doesn't say that. He swallows closing his eyes
for a second. "I'm glad you're here..."
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Date: 2016-05-18 03:58 pm (UTC)The gunfire rings out in the small room, echoing in his head, as everything happens in slow-motion. He shouts trying to tell Davin to duck before the gun goes off but it's a useless effort. James is hit in the shoulder, right beneath his collarbone, before all the words make it out. It literally freezes him, then his legs buckle as he's crumpling onto the floor in pain and shock.
He's breathing hard in panic because he's never been shot before and his body is screaming with pain. His heart is racing, and the gunshot wound throbs with blood. He manages to gather his wits enough to use his other hand to cover the pooling blood trying to manage the bleeding. His hand is smeared thickly with red, so much that he's shaking a little at the sight.
Then Davin is there, and James just tries to concentrate on what he's saying which is hard to do without the way his mind is reeling. He grunts with effort trying to lean up a little. "Check..." He breathes hard making an effort to speak. "See if the bullet came out....Davin....you gotta stop the bleeding."
In his head he is running through procedures. They are probably far outside of town. Who knows when the ambulance will make it. James knows he's bleeding too much, but he doesn't say that. He swallows closing his eyes for a second. "I'm glad you're here..."