With great effort, Howard rolls from his back to his side and shakes his head. No, the others might decide to leave him, payback for the little girl he advocated killing. Or even just out of practicality. Either way, he wouldn't blame them.
The flare gun got dropped along the stairs. The briefcase of blood is still in the kitchen. Cedric's knife remains lodged in the corpse of the beast.
Howard can feel himself getting dizzy. The idea of just passing out right now is so tempting, except for the knowledge that he might never wake up. He tries to think of what must be wrong with him, and what they can do about it with no water, no bandages or medicine, and just Cedric as a medic. Cedric, who hardly knows how to use a toaster because that's usually left to magic.
Cedric's willingness to stay with him is virtuous, but company never fixed organ damage.
Howard sucks in another feeble, raking breath, barely managing to force out the words "Pen. Plastic bag." He has an idea, a desperate and stupid idea that's only worth trying because the alternative is to slowly suffocate.
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The flare gun got dropped along the stairs. The briefcase of blood is still in the kitchen. Cedric's knife remains lodged in the corpse of the beast.
Howard can feel himself getting dizzy. The idea of just passing out right now is so tempting, except for the knowledge that he might never wake up. He tries to think of what must be wrong with him, and what they can do about it with no water, no bandages or medicine, and just Cedric as a medic. Cedric, who hardly knows how to use a toaster because that's usually left to magic.
Cedric's willingness to stay with him is virtuous, but company never fixed organ damage.
Howard sucks in another feeble, raking breath, barely managing to force out the words "Pen. Plastic bag." He has an idea, a desperate and stupid idea that's only worth trying because the alternative is to slowly suffocate.