" Oh , Gods - You're bleeding . You're bleeding a lot . " @stormclk ( hope this is okay !! )
Helping My Injured Muse Sentence Starters || Accepting!
The dark elf stumbled and fell to one knee, breath harsh and ragged beneath his blood-stained scarf. ‘A lot’ was an understatement. There was blood everywhere, much of it his. Pissing off the Thalmor was bad for one’s health, it seemed.
He coughed, wincing. Pain lanced through him, but mostly all he felt was was cold. Not a good sign. Shit...
“You should see the other guy,” he tried to say, but it came out a slurred, jumbled mess of noise, ending in what was probably the only understandable word: “Fuck.”
His vision was so blurred that when he looked up, he couldn’t tell who he was looking at. A Nord, he guessed, decked in furs. There were others behind them, but they were little more than blobs of blue and gray. He tried to focus, but his head felt too empty, and instead he fell silently into the snow.
