Holes to Fill || gonewithoutatrace and finesseandflare
Ah...
Welp, guess there wouldn't be anymore texts sent. Blood splattered across the small screen, the last text flying out to wherever Sabo was before Ace leaned back against the dark alley wall, eyes staring upwards at the taunting stars.
Bring some alcohol
Not quite how he'd liked Sabo to find out about his lack of medical knowledge but with a gaping hole in his shoulder, there weren't a lot of options.
"Hurry up..." His voice echoed weakly off the walls, Ace pushing away the exhaustion that threatened to crash over him as his form slid down the wall. Dark stain left against the brick, his fingers will still curled around the wound, dark rivets of blood pooling around his fingers and running down his arm.
Hmm, just another scar to add to the mix. Probably best to keep this a secret from Marco. He'd probably just laugh. Oh, well.
His phone buzzed again, vision hazy as the thief glanced down at the bloodied phone. Whoops. Hopefully that was Sabo. Shouts rang out in the distance causing Ace to cringe and glance to the side quickly. Shit. Were they close?