@sinndbleds sent . . . “You’re bleeding.” From Siobhan, unprompted
Can't he go one goddamn day without lunatics trying to shoot his ass off ? Dude's bent forward, hands braced on his knees as he sucked in air, desperate to catch his breath. There was something warm and slick creeping down his forehead. At first, he'd brushed it off — figured it was the blood of whoever the fuck he just killed. ( In self-defense ! Just in case the law tried to get cute about it later. )
But when she pointed it out, Dude realized it hadn't come from the wannabe killer. He straightened, hand rising and fingers grazing where the blood seeped into his pores. Immediately, he winced, hissing through teeth. Fuck.
❝ One of them bashed my head into the dirty fuckin' wall, ❞ Dude said, not elaborating further. ❝ Must've hit me a lot harder than I thought. ❞ But now that he's noticed it, his head was throbbing. Just great. ❝ It doesn't look that bad, does it ? ❞ God, he really didn't want to go get stitches or some other expensive medical crap.













