No external wounds are visible. That's... something. Not something good, of course not. It's all been coughed up. Sheer willpower has gotten him this far, it seems.
"No. No help. Get the hell away from me." says the man slumping against the wall, rasping the words out. Gods, he feels like there are knives in his throat.
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Date: 2017-01-06 05:59 am (UTC)"No. No help. Get the hell away from me." says the man slumping against the wall, rasping the words out. Gods, he feels like there are knives in his throat.