Vylad could feel himself receding, fear causing his hands to shake and falter almost uncontrollably, but he had to rationalize to himself that Garroth was going to die if he didn’t do something and soon. Thinking quickly, he shed the cloak covering his upper half, revealing a young man with shaggy brown hair and green eyes.
He had to get the arrow out. At least, he supposed, he was thankful for injury care being the only useful thing he had learned in the Nether. However, that still wasn’t a definite guarantee of survival. He had seen plenty of strong shadow knights bleed out from a wound that was simply too severe for even the dedicated healers of the army.
Humans, from what he had observed, seemed even more weak.
‘This will hurt. I’m sorry.’ It was the least he could sign, keeping his hands plainly visible in the man’s blurred vision and hoping he would even remember what it meant. Not that it truly mattered; this act was going to be extremely painful regardless of Garroth’s understanding.
With that, he placed his fingers as close to the base of the arrow protruding from torn material as he could get before ripping it out in one smooth motion. At least it was a fairly crudely-made projectile, he thought, for something of higher quality might have pierced through him completely, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t done enough damage.
He pressed the fabric of the coat down over the gushing wound, slowing the bleeding considerably. The shadow knight’s eyes flicked over to the other man’s, cautious to see if he was still awake.
the movement of the other’s hands had caught his attention before the violent action of ripping a projectile from his chest grabbed it completely . it was all he could do to keep a scream as painful as the action itself to rip from his throat . focus on something else . anything else . he might just go insane if he had to keep his thoughts trained on the gaping hole in his chest .
said chest was currently heaving as his lungs tried to bring in what air they could . hyperventilation couldn’t exactly make his situation worse , could it ? that’d be something the pair found out , as the mystery figure kept applying pressure . garroth’s eyes watered from the pain , but he still wasn’t in any state of mind to do anything but let his focus wander from object to object . the grass . the sky . the clouds . the sun . the flowers . the trees . the mystery man’s hands . his face .
it shouldn’t be this familiar .
the face of his mystery savior belonged to someone that shouldn’t be there . someone who had been dead for years . most likely it was a dying brain trying to attach familiarity to a complete stranger , but the thought that it was his brother was comforting . his brother who had come back from hell to guarantee that his transition from the living world to the other one was somewhat peaceful . he let out a concerning laugh . wetness from the blood seeping into his lungs penetrating it . this , of course , turned into a cough , pushing into the hands on his chest .
‘ ‘ i wondered when i’d see you again . ‘ ‘
