#bloddloss

“I’m seeing stars…”

“I know, A, that’s just the concussion. Keep describing where you are to me, you were doing so good.”

“No… stars… ones flashing red, there’s some moving and blinking. There’s a… UFO? Huh, looks like a radar dish.”

“He’s on the roof of…” B’s voice tapers off as they relay the location to someone nearby. Hope sparked in the back of A’s mind.

“Good job, A. Keep on talking to me, we’re on our way.”

“It’s all red.” A slurs, swiping a thick liquid from their face as more pours from a wound elsewhere. All they can see is red.

“Alright, don’t worry.” B sounds breathless, their thundering footsteps moving from the phone to being heard on the edge of A’s consciousness. “Keep on talking, alright?”