RING, RING !! @venisontransmission said . . . “No, you’re hurt.” || misc dialogue sentence starters
As heavily sheltered as he'd been throughout his short life, Hewlett had not yet had to bear the brunt of any injury more traumatic than a stubbed toe, a papercut – surface level, easily fixable things. As detrimental as his upbringing had been to his overall psyche, as far as protection went, he'd never once had to worry. Exterminations, sinners with terrible motives – he'd been all but shielded from the world. It had all been one large misguided attempt to protect, after all.
But, of course, that left him with very little survival instinct to speak of. And when he'd seen danger approaching fast, too quickly to shout, the little instinct he'd had to speak of had screamed at him to step in front of his caretaker to protect him from harms way.
❝ B-but, it's not bad, is it ? ❞ His voice holds a tremor, rasped, and through the adrenaline it seems the severity of his injuries has yet to set in. Fear outweighs the pain, terror that only grows when the hand clutched tight to his abdomen comes away slick with the redbluepurple smear of his blood.
He coughs, an unmistakable metallic taste filling his mouth at the same time something wet dribbles down his chin. ❝ I'm okay, I'm – I'm okay, I'm okay . . . ❞ He tapers off, clutching at his hair in his stress. It seems he's more trying to soothe himself than he might be Alastor.