@axnattural continued from here
Pain ripped through his entire body. Clearing out sentries in the surrounding areas was never easy, at least not for the Garrison.
There was an explosion that shook the area, causing him to fall on his back, rock and debris flying everywhere. James’ thigh had but cut by a sharp edge of a rock of some sorts, and his other leg had been hidden under a structure beam. There was no way he could lift that on his own, or even with some help. The pilot was stuck, in pain, and slightly panicking.
Deep breaths. In and out.
James placed down his rifle, hands shaking as he does so, and lifted his hands so he could take off his helmet to breathe better. James was sure that his leg was broken too. His thigh was bleeding pretty badly, and he was sure he was going to need stitches. His trembling hand went to place pressure on his wounded thigh. It was all he could do until help came.
Keith had been handling things on the other side of the garrison when the explosion hit. Black was working separately from him, taking out Galra air support while he was adding to ground cover. It was heat of the moment that had Keith running toward the aftermath of the explosion, orders and information filling the comm waves as he moved.
That was when he managed to find James Griffin. Those bright white- and blood red stained- MFE suits stuck out against the rubble. Covered in ash and debris, James didn’t seem to be doing well and Keith had to help.
Sliding to a stop, he knelt down and looked over the man. “Are you pinned?” He asked, looking to James’ face with concern and fierce dedication. He wasn’t a doctor and had no real idea how badly the man might be pinned. If they removed the structure beam would it cause Griffin to bleed out? How would he even be able to move it? He was part Galra but he didn’t have super strength or anything...
