Jun 27, 2018
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@bitterremembrance
Check Hank’s Pulse ❣
He’s struggling to keep his eyes open. It’s a losing battle, it seems, as consciousness continues to fade in and out without his control. Somewhere in the midst of the chaos, he feels soft fingers press into the skin beneath his jaw, and he vaguely discerns that someone is checking for his pulse.
Hell, at this point, he’s not even sure he’s still got one.
The contact forces his eyes open, and he lets out a groan as his vision distorts. He can make out a young face -- he knows her...she’s one of the androids from the uprising. That’s...
North.
“Fuck.” he says rather eloquently, too weak to pull away and play himself off as fine. “Did... I get fuckin’ shot?”