sargefreedom needs a hideout
“Hé, reste éveillé, là!” (”Hey, stay awake!”) she urged the barely-concious man.
The shapeshifter admittedly was panicking. Sure, she usually kept her distance from military-types, given that she was on the run, but then again, he wasn’t wearing a uniform she recognized, and as far as she could tell, this man was on his own and bleeding out - militaries don’t usually leave their own behind. It didn’t help that she was well-aware of an attack that was going to happen here fairly soon.
“Sacrement Arrie,” she hissed to herself while looking around for by standers. “T’es vraiment fuckée maintainent...” (”Goddammit Arrie, you’re really fucked now...”)
Making sure that she wouldn’t worsen the man’s current condition, the shapeshifter grunted as she pulled him into a nearby building, quickly shutting the door and covering up all the windows before she started rushing about to find supplies.
“Hey, if you’re awake, I need you to stay awake. I’m gonna get you patched up as best as I can, and then we need to get the fuck out. It’s not safe here.”
Was this a bad descision on her part? Maybe. For all she knew, this could be some sort of elaborate trap. However, she wouldn’t dare take a chance on if it wasn’t; she knew she could easily get herself out of trouble if it came down to it. A genuinely injured man could not.
{ @sargefreedom }







