ARROW SYMBOL WHATEVER IT IS FOR SICK ANGST
send me some fucking arrow symbol bc im an angst whore / @oraclesend
“ you’re hurt—badly! ” the words FRANTICALLY spill out before dick can properly get to her, racing to where she had fallen & practically throwing himself on his knees in order to asses the wound. all he saw was scarlet, & mangled flesh around her torso- his breath HITCHING in his throat at the sheer severity of it. this wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. bright blue eyes welling with denied tears glance only briefly to the villain responsible for this- down. good. one thing out of the way.
“ hang on, babs. please just- focus on my voice, okay? you’ll get through this. ” a faked calmness washes over him as he hastily fumbles around in her utility belt for something- anything- that could help. normally in times of panic his brain copes with jokes or snarky comments, DESPERATELY clinging onto his false facade of coolness, but there was none of that this time. just racing thoughts as he attempts to somehow apply enough pressure to stop the bleeding. but the wound is big, gaping even, & some FEARFUL part of him can only see her as the corpse he is terrified she will become. “ du’ dera. li’ sa’ eer, du’ dera. ”