@asclepiusangel
He couldn’t move. After every wound he’d taken, every shot he’d fired back, Snake had finally taken an immobilizing shot to himself. Pursing his scared lips, he dragged himself out of the puddle of blood, pulling his body up to lean against a tree, to get off of the ground. He was an easier target in sight if the enemy came along sure, but the pain never clouded his shot. “Khaz, I need a medic... asap...” It was uncomfortable, how weak his voice sounded. Unusual for him, usually clear and concise no matter his situation. Near as uncomfortable as when he’d awoken in that hospital, disoriented from the coma and the sudden change of scenery. With a sniff, he shifted his position to something a little more sustainable, wincing as he did so and trying to suppress groans of pain. It wasn’t often that he took a shot to the liver. “This is something.. I can’t field patch...”
Khazuhira’s response was swift, and it wasn’t long before he could see the para-drop of his requested help.
He didn’t want to lie down. To be prone, was a vulnerable position to be in. Especially here in the field, where an enemy could appear at any moment. But he couldn’t do much until the medic had done her job regardless of the risk. Snake couldn’t help but snort at her first patient after coffee comment, but the snort quickly turned into a cough; the blood caught in his throat protesting against the guttural reply.
“I’m.. well aware...” pain was a daily in his line of work, with what he’d spent his life doing. He pursed his lips as she began to work, straining to keep himself from moving away or shoving her off. He had spent many a day in the medbay, and after his coma he had no desire to be trapped by such a wound to begin with. His one good eye darted warily about their surroundings, though it was beginning to drop with weariness. He swore under his breath, adjusting himself against the tree he remained propped up against in a desperate attempt to keep himself awake.
