#vine vc: aw fuk i can't believe you've done this

[pnished-moved]

@ofthclight​ karen sent: [ TELL ]  for receiver to look towards sender after a battle and realize they’re bleeding.

             there’s a familiarity to the adrenaline coursing through his veins.  his fingers loosen their grip around the gun in his hands,  index moving away from the trigger.  slow breath in.  slow breath out.  four seconds each time.  just like he learned that first tour.  steady the heart,  reclaim control,  castle.  he’s turning towards karen with the question on his lips.  and he finds his answer before he can even form a syllable.  she still standing,  but crimson darkens the fabric of her blouse.  too much,  too fast.   ❝  no, no, no— hey—  ❞   he’s stepping over bodies to get to her as swiftly as possible.  firearm is discarded onto a bullet-ridden surface he doesn’t spare a glance to and then he’s there,  pressing his palm down against her wound.  this is horrifyingly familiar too.  chest rises and falls rapidly,  the regulation of those breaths completely broken.  this cannot be happening.   frank swallows thickly as he tries to think,  assessing the damage.  he has to calculate their options here.  ❝  alright— okay,  ❞  breathed out in a mumble as his eyes flicker between the blood and her face  ❝  we gonna sit you down.  but you gotta stay upright,  you hear me?  ❞  he’s taken care of more bullet wounds than he can count.  but...it’s different.  this is different in all the ways she isn’t supposed to experience.  it’s a mumble to himself more than her as he guides her towards where she can sit.  ❝  you’re okay.  you’re gonna be fine.   ❞  he can fix this.  he has to fix it. 

#ofthclight #vine vc: aw fuk i can't believe you've done this #ANSWERED: ❝ copy that，loud and clear. ❞