( Bones tries to not be dead weight in Jim and Megatron's arms, the shift to movement just another wave of pain to add to the rest. It would be worse without the adrenaline, but that's a double-edged sword now, as the blood struggling to clot beneath their hands beats out in time with the racing of his heart.
The dead Bouldersnake stinks to high heaven, a whiff of sour intestinal ruin that makes his gorge rise until they're past the body. Lord forgive him, but Leonard doesn't feel anything for their passing, even as unpleasant as it was.
He goes briefly vertical as Megatron hefts him up. If he thought the world was beginning to fuzz at the edges, it brightens to sudden white-hot agony with the unintended pull against split muscle and nerves.
Bones can't help it. The noise that escapes his throat sounds like that of a wounded animal, harsh and keening and mercifully over once he's on his back atop the tank. )
Jim. ( His name is brittle through gritted teeth. ) Protoplaser.
Clara. ( Leonard briefly squeezes his eyes shut. ) D-wrap. Jim needs to know what– what he's looking for.
( What it is, exactly, will bloom harshly on both the diagnostic screen and the tricorder in Megatron's hand: crushed and rent tissue from the bullet's passage, trauma to the right renal artery, intra- and extraperitoneal hemorrhage: he's bleeding to death, slow and sure. )
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The dead Bouldersnake stinks to high heaven, a whiff of sour intestinal ruin that makes his gorge rise until they're past the body. Lord forgive him, but Leonard doesn't feel anything for their passing, even as unpleasant as it was.
He goes briefly vertical as Megatron hefts him up. If he thought the world was beginning to fuzz at the edges, it brightens to sudden white-hot agony with the unintended pull against split muscle and nerves.
Bones can't help it. The noise that escapes his throat sounds like that of a wounded animal, harsh and keening and mercifully over once he's on his back atop the tank. )
Jim. ( His name is brittle through gritted teeth. ) Protoplaser.
Clara. ( Leonard briefly squeezes his eyes shut. ) D-wrap. Jim needs to know what– what he's looking for.
( What it is, exactly, will bloom harshly on both the diagnostic screen and the tricorder in Megatron's hand: crushed and rent tissue from the bullet's passage, trauma to the right renal artery, intra- and extraperitoneal hemorrhage: he's bleeding to death, slow and sure. )