hit the road // candide&isaac
He had to close his left eye, blood constantly pouring and burning, bringing tears. He was also heavily breathing, he ahd been kicked in the solar plexus more than he would like to admit and he was having troubles to find his breathe back. Also his nose wouldn’t stop bleeding and he was going to eat mashed potatoes for a couple of weeks because his front teeth needed a break considering the awful pulsing pain they were making him feel. He supposed he had bruises all over his body but since it wasn’t the msot painful he didn’t really feel them.
It was with difficulty he was making his way to the café. Luckily Marco told him it would be a chill strike. He could hardly even feel his face anymore and he felt dizzy. They had encountered some extreme party members, some kind of neo-nazis or some shit he just couldn’t stand. He spat blood and kept walking until he reached the café. His bloody hand on the perfectly neat window of the door, he pushed it. « Luke ! » He called loudly before wincing.
He stumbled and had to grab a chair to keep him standing. He nearly slipped on the puddle of blood growing at his feet and it was as he put some weight on his right wrist to hold him he noticed it was also painful. He hissed between his teeth and just randomly sat down, hoping a chair would be around to hold him. He felt lucky as one actually stopped his fall. « Luke ! » He called again, less patient, pain getting the best of him.
Never mind when he was back from strikes, Luke was supposed to be there. Or Marco at least. Anyone who could handle the wounds draining him from all the blood in his body. He was starting to feel light-headed. He, undelicately, settled his head against the wall behind. Grabbing a few paper towels, he tried to stop the bledding of his nose and forehead but everything was painful. If only he could get an ice-pack.
When he finally saw someone leaving the kitchen he sighed in relief. « Finally. Luke, what the hell, I’m fucking hurt. » He whined, not really caring he wasn’t sounding as tough as he liked to be. He wanted it to be over so he could take a shower and take a nap. He was now in a bad mood for waiting with all this pain. « Hurry, I’m bleeding to death here. Urgh, it’s sticky and disgusting. » He didn’t even know if his words were words or just mumbles but talking kept him afloat.
Then the person came closer and he definitely didn’t recognize the tall but compact frame of Luke. This one was delicate and hesitating, a girl definitely. « Anna ? » He asked, blurrily. Hesitating ? Couldn’t be Anna. « Oh man. » He whispered when he understood. He closed his eyes and sighed. Candide, of course. Of all people, the only girl in the café who was totally clueless about the whole anarchist political party. And also the only person he actually would have liked not seeing him like this. He had been trying to get into her pants for long enough.
