The pain in his abdomen registers before he realizes its cause.
Oh god, she stabbed me.
He barely notices the look in her eyes changing from one of fear to to one of horror as he staggers backward, his knees buckling. Instinctively his left hand goes to the wound site, his brain distantly noticing warmth and stickiness and the hardness of the knife handle that's still embedded in his gut; the shock of the injury making him feel as though it's some separate part of him doing the analysis.
He grabs for the couch as he falls, but misses, a new wave of agony going through him as he hits the floor. Without really thinking of what he's doing, he pulls off his glasses, hand groping for something in his jacket before he really knows what he's looking for.
Cellphone, need help, more men here, get up, get up--
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Date: 2010-02-10 03:41 pm (UTC)Oh god, she stabbed me.
He barely notices the look in her eyes changing from one of fear to to one of horror as he staggers backward, his knees buckling. Instinctively his left hand goes to the wound site, his brain distantly noticing warmth and stickiness and the hardness of the knife handle that's still embedded in his gut; the shock of the injury making him feel as though it's some separate part of him doing the analysis.
He grabs for the couch as he falls, but misses, a new wave of agony going through him as he hits the floor. Without really thinking of what he's doing, he pulls off his glasses, hand groping for something in his jacket before he really knows what he's looking for.
Cellphone, need help, more men here, get up, get up--