[ her hand over his mouth is a necessary precaution — it muffles his agonised scream as the arrow is pulled out in one swift move, and even after that, he groans as the smoking finally subsides, leaving the wound blackened and burnt and gaping.
it takes him a second, two, three, as he simply tries to catch his breath and come to terms with the sudden, glaring absence of the burning pain (and the way it's now replaced with a duller yet still just as insistent pain in his side) before he lifts his hand and carefully grabs hold of her wrist, moving hers away. ]
Fuck, [ is what he says, then, eloquently. and then, ] Thanks, Boss. I owe you one.
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it takes him a second, two, three, as he simply tries to catch his breath and come to terms with the sudden, glaring absence of the burning pain (and the way it's now replaced with a duller yet still just as insistent pain in his side) before he lifts his hand and carefully grabs hold of her wrist, moving hers away. ]
Fuck, [ is what he says, then, eloquently. and then, ] Thanks, Boss. I owe you one.