[The first shot wasn't pleasant, surely. Hit somewhere high and to the left. Probably broke something in his shoulder-collar area. Bad, but could be dealt with.
The second shot was lower, but still to the left. A small hole oozing red just like the other. At first glace it doesn't even look that bad.
Well, except the blood keeps bubbling and *frothing* with each wheeze. His thick hoodie hides anything that might be ruined under it. The hole makes *noise*.]
...'m alright. You should... get your dad...
[He shouldn't be talking, he can feel that. But words are Owen's life, his lively hood, his proof of existence. Even if each one feels like razor blades coming up he can't stop. They paint his teeth red]
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The second shot was lower, but still to the left. A small hole oozing red just like the other. At first glace it doesn't even look that bad.
Well, except the blood keeps bubbling and *frothing* with each wheeze. His thick hoodie hides anything that might be ruined under it. The hole makes *noise*.]
...'m alright. You should... get your dad...
[He shouldn't be talking, he can feel that. But words are Owen's life, his lively hood, his proof of existence. Even if each one feels like razor blades coming up he can't stop. They paint his teeth red]