@virusfought said : ‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’
different ways to say ‘ i love you’
if looking around is any indication , then paul isn’t sure where he’s going . eyes fall on the large hill that sits where a road used to be . its wet and muddy and the rain is falling in thick SHEETS . fortunately for him , the hunter that tried to claim his life hadn’t been so lucky when they both hit the bottom of the ravine . a piece of rebar sticks from his chest and despite the struggle , paul hopes his death was swift .
his leg is SHOOTING pain and all the firefly can hope for is that it isn’t broken . wouldn’t that put a damper in any plan they had . how could that even be set ?? silently he curses many words that he wouldn’t say before chris finally pops his head over the side of the broken road above .
stay there. i’m coming there to get you.
of course , his love’s voice is a bit panicked and worried . why wouldn’t it ?? how the hell are they both supposed to get out if he gets down here . moving doesn’t prove to be much use with his leg in the shape its in , but it won’t stop him from trying . a hand grips the car door next to him to pull himself up , a cry of pain let out and a lot more effort than he should have had to use . ❝ chris , i don’t see any way back up . it’s too risky !! ❞ he calls back up over the sound of the pounding rain .
it may be hard to speak over the noise of nature but what isn’t hard to hear is the unmistakable infected that were alerted after the gunfire from the assailant that now occupies the ravine with him . at least he doesn’t have to deal with what he started . paul’s head whips around and then back up to where chris is. he heard it too by the twisted expression he gives . instantly , his pistol is out , checking to see how many rounds he has . its not like he can run this time .
no. no no no. the only thought running through chris’ mind when he watches, helplessly, as road gives way in a landslide, and paul disappears from view. he cannot follow, not immediately ; there are still hunters up here to be dealt with, and chris is no good to the man he loves if he’s dead himself. but, god, there aren’t words for the relief that floods him when he is finally able to peer over that ledge and spots his firefly alive and, at least for the most part, intact.
his warning does not fall on deaf ears, though it’s a very near thing with chris’ thoughts so wholly consumed with just GETTING TO PAUL, whatever it takes. but he’s right, the way is slicked with rain making climbing back up unassisted next to impossible. rope, then. they have it. chris makes certain to carry it whenever possible. but paul . . . the way he seems to be favoring that leg doesn’t bode well.
❝ how’s that leg ? can you walk ? ❞ chris calls out over the heavy rain. even as he speaks, brown gaze squints through the haze of water falling from the sky, searching for a slope that might offer a more scalable incline. ❝ think it’s broken ? ❞ he prays that it isn’t, but some twisting feeling ( and a not inconsiderable amount of experience ) is telling him that it just might be. something like that, it’s next to a death sentence out here. but, no. he doesn’t have time to think of that. solve the immediate problem. get paul out of that ravine before the commotion can draw a swarm of infected to their location.
