#hashtag dramatic

this pain is nothing.

here deidara was now though ,   in a similar  SLOUCH.   though against a centuries old tree instead of the rock outcroppings of his own homeland. 

blood seeps through his pant leg ,   coloring his fingers red as he attempts to slow it.   lashes flutter closed as he focuses on breathing through it.

iwa and konoha ,   WORKING  TOGETHER.   it would have ,   at one time ,   seemed impossible.   now they’re  ALLIES.   he shouldn’t have gone ahead so hastily ,   though   ( this he can admit ).   the only upside was that he and the sound ninja’s scout had fallen for each other’s traps.   except he wasn’t even sure if the other was  dead  or  incapacitated  as he was.   his had been a  MASTERPIECE ,   of course.   his superflat centipede had  DETONATED  hidden at their feet among the abundant underbrush.

BROKEN  RIBS.   shrapnel from their tag being set off as he had landed on a branch to check on his own sprung trap.   a particularly large chunk of said branch had  FOUND  HOME  through his left leg.   that of which deidara knows better than to remove himself.

how much longer before the others catch up ?   there’s a medic in the  MISMATCH  team.   he remembers the attitude and pink hair ,   just not her name.