iamthefirechild has arrived at the hub!
Oh, well that was painful. The last thing Jack remembered was a Weevil getting him while his guard was down and tearing him to hell and high water. He gasped as he came back to life, though due to the damage to his throat, it was more like a struggle for air. It took a bit, but once everything healed, he gasped loudly, drawing in as much air as he could before choking on it and rolling over in his own blood, hacking up nothing. Due to the need of post-resurrection mental realignment, he didn’t notice that there was someone near.
‘Cardiff is really nice,’ Summer thought, glancing around the city centre. The weather was nice (for once), the view was nice, the people were ni—
She came back to herself half-a-second later, hands clamped to her head and swaying on her feet. “What the actual fuck was that?” she muttered under her breath. She made her way slowly to a side street, leaning against the wall and gasping in time with the fellow lying on the ground.
‘Wait, what?’
And that was blood, and the pulse of someone else’s pain in her blood, and she dropped to her knees beside the face-down figure. “Hey. Hey, how can I help?”