"Yeah, I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to do that when you're wearing armor," I muttered, sliding a leg under his head, my other knee against his back, keeping him tipped up on his side, so the longer end of spear stays off the ground.
The call finally connected and I rattled off the address, talking with the dispatcher, who basically told me the same thing.
The back side looked the worst, blood oozing from the torn edges of his armor plate. Setting the phone down in the grass, I yanked off my shirt, wrapping it as gently as I could around the spear to try and staunch some of the blood and keep it still.
Through the phone's speakers, I could hear the dispatcher's tinny voice trying to keep me calm. I ignored it. "They're like, three minutes out, man. You gotta just hang on."
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Date: 2019-05-06 03:27 am (UTC)The call finally connected and I rattled off the address, talking with the dispatcher, who basically told me the same thing.
The back side looked the worst, blood oozing from the torn edges of his armor plate. Setting the phone down in the grass, I yanked off my shirt, wrapping it as gently as I could around the spear to try and staunch some of the blood and keep it still.
Through the phone's speakers, I could hear the dispatcher's tinny voice trying to keep me calm. I ignored it. "They're like, three minutes out, man. You gotta just hang on."