Throw That Man Off a Cliff Thursday
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I missed Whump Wednesday so instead we're throwing buck off a cliff thursday for Echo Mountain
Buck bites back a groan as he digs in his pocket. Every movement feels like digging glass into his joints, a spiking heat tied tight like a knot that pulls tighter and tighter till his fingers finally find purchase on his phone. He thoughts feel like phantom things, slipping eager and liquid between Buck's fingers as he tries to keep track of what he was doing. What he needs to do. His phone is in his hand. "Help," he manages, voice choked tight. "I need-" Buck's voice catches in his throat again. His head drops hard onto the unforgiving ground under him and for a moment Buck relishes the grind and press of the sharp little stones under him, the pinpricks of pain helping ground him amongst the ocean of where everything else is aching. Help. He needs help. His phone is in his hand. The screen crunches ominously under his fingers as he stabs clumsily at it, but it still turns on despite the delta of cracks spider-webbing across the screen. It's bright even against the endless white of the sky overhead and Buck squints, trying to order the shapes and lines into something that will make sense. There's a voicemail, the notification badge settled across Buck's lock screen in damning cheery green, contact name barely visible through the dust and cracks that make up his phone screen- 1 New Message From: Tommy.
