#wooshdraws

Saw this 30 day Mayhem prompt, and decided to as much of it as I can! Here's day 1, Into the Madness! ❤

"Hey, hey, doc!..."

"I know you're...re...real busy on that- that cipher, but..."

Bloodied fingers shakily reach up to wipe at the crimson stream dripping from his forehead, but only succeed to smear it more. He grips his hood, slipping it off to reveal the coagulating blood on his head. The wound is so big that it trails into his hair, dissapearing from sight in the strands, wet from the mixture of blood and sweat.

His body is so beaten, so defeated and so weak. He's barely standing on his feet, heavily leaning on the nearby spool of iron cables as to not let his knees buckle beneath him. He tries to let out a chuckle, but it comes out dry and raspy before Naib breaks into a coughing fit, bandaged fingers curling and shooting up for him to cough into them.

"You... You might wanna...take a minute off to help me...with somethin...you know- like friend to friend.."

His accent is getting thicker, and it's getting hard to speak English. The world around him sways, the colours are too bright. He can feel the adrenaline wearing off, the numb feeling transforming into electric jolts of pain running through his veins and burning through his flesh. His left eye is steadily closing, he can feel himself losing sensation in it. More blood drips from his nose, sinking into the soil below.

"Just this once. I promise- it won't happen 'gain...I swear."

Naib opens his mouth to say another world, that dizzy smile still on his scarred lip, stretching into a macabre glasglow smile before he loses consciousness entirely and collapses on the ground.

The mercenary has been incapacitated!