"Oh yay. Gurney surfing." Locked halfway between slumping on the pillows and being upright sucks, so he picks an option- pulling himself upright to lean against the headboard instead, panting with the effort. Fuck. Yeah. He sat up.
Go team.
Of course the payment option twists a pained, laugh out of him- something cut off and ragged, raw and wounded until he sucks in a sharp breath to steady himself. "Don't- don't be funny. It'll be a trial but don't. Be funny."
A moment, two, maybe five? Before he asks:
"How are the boys?" They weren't shot, sure- but seeing a guy on your team take a hard hit? Seeing a Freelancer down? Morale might get low.
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Go team.
Of course the payment option twists a pained, laugh out of him- something cut off and ragged, raw and wounded until he sucks in a sharp breath to steady himself. "Don't- don't be funny. It'll be a trial but don't. Be funny."
A moment, two, maybe five? Before he asks:
"How are the boys?" They weren't shot, sure- but seeing a guy on your team take a hard hit? Seeing a Freelancer down? Morale might get low.