Post by MSG. Steven J. McMillan on May 5, 2009 1:59:07 GMT
Gritting his teeth, the Master Sergeant bared the pain as best he could and roughly held one of his hands against the tattered blooded fabric of where the wound laid beneath. It was remarkable how fast the shock began to set in, as Steven felt his legs stiffen at the joints and his body become fatigued almost instantly from the tremendous bout’ of damage his body withstood; Having a rifle round blow through your shoulder wasn’t one of the most gentle things in the book someone could do to you, but all was fair in the game of war and Steven hurried away from the Cliffside as quickly as he could, suddenly beginning to feel the burning sensation of immense pain set in.
Feeling himself being dragged onwards, Steven didn’t oppose and moved with the flow in which he was being lead, glancing back ever so slightly to make sure no-one was directly on their tails; As the young woman whistled over to the horse, Steven let out a hoarse breath of pain as he attempted to move his arm slightly, so he could hold his Thompson SMG with his unhindered and healthy arm, almost debating on putting up a stand against the totting German bastards that had shot him! No-one had ever shot him before and Steven couldn’t help but find himself growing incredibly angry beneath the surface of pain searing through his body and facial expressions.
Doing as he was told however, figuring a quick escape to fight another day seemed more logical, Steven climbed onto the horse with a push and a shove from the young woman, before cocking his Thompson sideways to vaguely aim at the Cliffside, whilst he awaited her to climb on, as if to protect her whilst she got onto the horse; In doing so, she began to remove her jacket and Steven leant back a little, not to oppose the bandage she was giving him, but to allow her to tie it up around his arm and shoulder. “Euurgh!” Steven grunted out, as he knotted it down against his wound, obviously hurting him in the process, but it had to be done and he wasn’t a tough-ass for nothing.
Reaching out with his free arm, Steven wrapped it up against the young woman’s abdomen and tightly held on with an uneven balance, as the horse began to trot off quickly, worrying Steven for a brief moment as he felt his body slip to the slide a fraction. Shuffling close to the young woman, he regained his balance and looked over his shoulder briefly, making sure no one was taking a pot-shot at them in the process of their getaway. Steven couldn’t say much, as he remained awfully quiet and held on tightly, his fingers knotting into the front of her shirt and against her stomach as he leaned his head forwards to rest against the back of her shoulder; Beginning to feel awfully drowsy, but not quite dead yet.
“Thank You…” he murmured quietly behind her, feeling like a fool for getting shot, but was quite happy it wasn’t her who’d suffered it. Smiling to himself weakly, Steven’s grip began to loosen a little against her shirt and his head grew heavier against her back. For a brief moment in time, Steven felt in ecstasy. The wind brushed through his hair and across his face finely, with the sun beating down upon his soul gloriously and the heavy trotting of the horse beneath him reminding him of his heartbeat - It was almost like everything was silent to Steven, only the mere vibrations of the horse pounding along the ground and his own heart beating was all he could hear or feel; But what really made Steven feel stranger, was the fact the young woman was saving him, almost as if she were an angel. Ironically, the tables had turned and Steven found himself being saved by the most uncommon of heroes during the war - Drummer and Niamh.
Steven smiled to himself vaguely again, he wasn’t in shellshock, but it damned felt like it, as everything seemed very fuzzy and light-headed. It must have been the shock and sudden rush of blood to the head from such a high wound on the body. Either way, Steven was losing his grip and he needed waking up fast, as the numbness set in.
Feeling himself being dragged onwards, Steven didn’t oppose and moved with the flow in which he was being lead, glancing back ever so slightly to make sure no-one was directly on their tails; As the young woman whistled over to the horse, Steven let out a hoarse breath of pain as he attempted to move his arm slightly, so he could hold his Thompson SMG with his unhindered and healthy arm, almost debating on putting up a stand against the totting German bastards that had shot him! No-one had ever shot him before and Steven couldn’t help but find himself growing incredibly angry beneath the surface of pain searing through his body and facial expressions.
Doing as he was told however, figuring a quick escape to fight another day seemed more logical, Steven climbed onto the horse with a push and a shove from the young woman, before cocking his Thompson sideways to vaguely aim at the Cliffside, whilst he awaited her to climb on, as if to protect her whilst she got onto the horse; In doing so, she began to remove her jacket and Steven leant back a little, not to oppose the bandage she was giving him, but to allow her to tie it up around his arm and shoulder. “Euurgh!” Steven grunted out, as he knotted it down against his wound, obviously hurting him in the process, but it had to be done and he wasn’t a tough-ass for nothing.
Reaching out with his free arm, Steven wrapped it up against the young woman’s abdomen and tightly held on with an uneven balance, as the horse began to trot off quickly, worrying Steven for a brief moment as he felt his body slip to the slide a fraction. Shuffling close to the young woman, he regained his balance and looked over his shoulder briefly, making sure no one was taking a pot-shot at them in the process of their getaway. Steven couldn’t say much, as he remained awfully quiet and held on tightly, his fingers knotting into the front of her shirt and against her stomach as he leaned his head forwards to rest against the back of her shoulder; Beginning to feel awfully drowsy, but not quite dead yet.
“Thank You…” he murmured quietly behind her, feeling like a fool for getting shot, but was quite happy it wasn’t her who’d suffered it. Smiling to himself weakly, Steven’s grip began to loosen a little against her shirt and his head grew heavier against her back. For a brief moment in time, Steven felt in ecstasy. The wind brushed through his hair and across his face finely, with the sun beating down upon his soul gloriously and the heavy trotting of the horse beneath him reminding him of his heartbeat - It was almost like everything was silent to Steven, only the mere vibrations of the horse pounding along the ground and his own heart beating was all he could hear or feel; But what really made Steven feel stranger, was the fact the young woman was saving him, almost as if she were an angel. Ironically, the tables had turned and Steven found himself being saved by the most uncommon of heroes during the war - Drummer and Niamh.
Steven smiled to himself vaguely again, he wasn’t in shellshock, but it damned felt like it, as everything seemed very fuzzy and light-headed. It must have been the shock and sudden rush of blood to the head from such a high wound on the body. Either way, Steven was losing his grip and he needed waking up fast, as the numbness set in.
