They had the Devil's own luck when it came to that particular detail of their bond. Survival, enduring every pain that came with what should have killed either of them at a time. It also allowed them to have that small comfort of knowing the other was safe, no matter what they may have been out facing alone.
Of course that was part of their growing tension over the years, going out alone when before they'd always faced dangers together. Things growing more dangerous despite the peace, internal conflicts when places thought safe were infiltrated. Blackwatch down because of a choice he'd made, unable to be out there like he wanted to be. To track down and drag out growing dangers.
Arguments over his choices, how he felt he needed to get things done. It did feel good to yell out their frustrations and let the anger take hold to get it out of them. When they could scream and yell, get it be out there between them and clear to see. To sort through and come back together in private to sooth any wounds made by words.
Hadn't thought today would be any different, even if the argument now had been seeped in things he feared were happening within Overwatch itself. There was no more Blackwatch, only Reyes, to watch out for anything trying to sneak through the cracks or plant itself in the dark, and maybe he was growing more paranoid, especially after the loss of Ana, but there was something so rotten growing right under their noses he needed the ability to pursue it. Even if alone. Angry and frustrated about how things were going, how little power either of them had anymore in this group they'd both had a hand in building together.
His ears were ringing, could only taste blood and every breath was a struggle, and the pain in his head was almost blinding in itself. At least one lung was punctured, felt some lancing, burning pain through his side, but only that much registered at first, pinned back against some solid structure and sitting up. The only thing that had saved him was the fact he'd gotten pinned sitting up, some slab inches away would have crushed his skull otherwise with how he was oriented.
Rebar was skewering his thigh, bleeding actively where he was and his senses were slow to collect—
Until he heard that sound, faint as it was, that nearly hurt more than what was pinning him in place. That tug of life at the end of a bond still so firmly in place. Acting to move and free himself before his mind caught up to the rest of him. Crawling through rubble in that unstable bubble, a hand placed against the slab from the other side.
They survived, the events sinking back in to his skull as he was searching for a way to get through, or around. Coughing, hacking up blood that spattered against cement, but ignoring his pain to try and focus, doing little more than just smearing blood at first.
"Jack," The name burned his throat, sounded harsh even if he could barely hear himself with his focus elsewhere. Refusing to die here, to let either of them die here.
It hurt, forcing himself through some space between the slab and rubble, broken pieces of cement and rebar digging in to already torn flesh from where his own clothing had shredded and burned. Needed to get to him, get to Jack, even if his hand might have gripped that outstretched one too tightly at first. Gloves missing already, burned and torn away.
They didn't have time, felt like they couldn't waste time, thoughts racing on needing to get out. Get them both out.
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Date: 2019-04-29 07:57 pm (UTC)Of course that was part of their growing tension over the years, going out alone when before they'd always faced dangers together. Things growing more dangerous despite the peace, internal conflicts when places thought safe were infiltrated. Blackwatch down because of a choice he'd made, unable to be out there like he wanted to be. To track down and drag out growing dangers.
Arguments over his choices, how he felt he needed to get things done. It did feel good to yell out their frustrations and let the anger take hold to get it out of them. When they could scream and yell, get it be out there between them and clear to see. To sort through and come back together in private to sooth any wounds made by words.
Hadn't thought today would be any different, even if the argument now had been seeped in things he feared were happening within Overwatch itself. There was no more Blackwatch, only Reyes, to watch out for anything trying to sneak through the cracks or plant itself in the dark, and maybe he was growing more paranoid, especially after the loss of Ana, but there was something so rotten growing right under their noses he needed the ability to pursue it. Even if alone. Angry and frustrated about how things were going, how little power either of them had anymore in this group they'd both had a hand in building together.
His ears were ringing, could only taste blood and every breath was a struggle, and the pain in his head was almost blinding in itself. At least one lung was punctured, felt some lancing, burning pain through his side, but only that much registered at first, pinned back against some solid structure and sitting up. The only thing that had saved him was the fact he'd gotten pinned sitting up, some slab inches away would have crushed his skull otherwise with how he was oriented.
Rebar was skewering his thigh, bleeding actively where he was and his senses were slow to collect—
Until he heard that sound, faint as it was, that nearly hurt more than what was pinning him in place. That tug of life at the end of a bond still so firmly in place. Acting to move and free himself before his mind caught up to the rest of him. Crawling through rubble in that unstable bubble, a hand placed against the slab from the other side.
They survived, the events sinking back in to his skull as he was searching for a way to get through, or around. Coughing, hacking up blood that spattered against cement, but ignoring his pain to try and focus, doing little more than just smearing blood at first.
"Jack," The name burned his throat, sounded harsh even if he could barely hear himself with his focus elsewhere. Refusing to die here, to let either of them die here.
It hurt, forcing himself through some space between the slab and rubble, broken pieces of cement and rebar digging in to already torn flesh from where his own clothing had shredded and burned. Needed to get to him, get to Jack, even if his hand might have gripped that outstretched one too tightly at first. Gloves missing already, burned and torn away.
They didn't have time, felt like they couldn't waste time, thoughts racing on needing to get out. Get them both out.