"Stay down..." she snapped, part of fright, part because she *Felt* the pain of his wound. A gesture, and a shadow peeled from the alley wall to wrap itself under his arms, around his chest in a makeshift binding. "It's all in your head ... you would have cut me up like those damned clones if I hadn't tipped 'fight' into 'fuck'. It's your own fault for fighting so hard..."Dark Silver wrote:"No..." he said, sounding defiant. He tried to get up, to his feet, but doubled over, on his knees as the pain of the broken ribs spread out over him. Afrom the groan, he uttered no other words, no sounds, except heavy wheezing as he tried to breath.LadyTevar wrote: ".... I hit you too hard. You're seeing things." She tried to sound jaded, as if this was something she did every day. He was the first Meta she'd had to focus that much of her influence on. His stubborn will had nearly won, forcing her to pour more emotion into him. She hoped she hadn't broken him entirely. "In a day or so, you'll hate me for doing this to you." After all... everyone else did.
"What.....did you....do.....to me..." he said, his will reasserting itself for a moment, clenching his right hand into a fist. The life support field which would aid in the healing, and dull the pain, flickered for a moment, to dull life, before disappearing again. To much pain, and whatever Argent had done, he couldn't use his powers.
At the moment, he wasn't sure he wanted to...
Yes, his fault, not hers. Dammit Ember, why did you talk me into this? Why? One glance to the black-sheeted form, and she was instantly sorry, old habits blinking the tears back before they could think of forming in her eyes.
