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Febuwhump day 21: Unresponsive
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I wrote this earlier in the month and held off on posting it because I felt like it should have - more? More h/c, more aftermath, more something. But I never wrote the "more", so I'm going ahead and posting what there is.
Day 21: unresponsive
Biggles, EvS, Algy; 400 wds
Smoke filled the room, choking and dense. Biggles held a fold of his sleeve over his mouth, coughing, eyes stinging. Algy had been one step from flinging himself bodily on top of him and holding him down, and Biggles knew that every moment he stayed in the burning building was another moment closer to Algy trying to come in and get him. It was a ticking clock measured not only in his own heartbeats but Algy's as well.
But he spotted what he was looking for: von Stalhein, immobile on the floor.
"He wouldn't do it for you. You know that, right?"
Algy's remembered words - as he grabbed at Biggles's arm before Biggles shook him off - faded into the back of his mind. Biggles crouched beside von Stalhein and gave him a hard shake, said his name. There was no reaction.
There was no time to try any longer to wake him, nor to stop and consider the possibility that he was risking his life to drag an enemy corpse out of a burning building. He had already been in the building so long, searching, that he was becoming lightheaded and dizzy. He wrestled with von Stalhein's deadweight, stumbled and fell and struggled up again, eyes streaming.
He was only dimly aware of another figure in the smoke until hands seized him and started to pull him out. Someone was yelling at him. Algy. Biggles locked his hands into von Stalhein's collar, and Algy, after one final attempt to break Biggles's grip, settled in on the other side and helped.
Cool, clean air broke over them like an ocean wave. They tumbled to the ground just as the building caved in behind them in a wash of heat and a spray of sparks. Biggles was drenched in sweat, coughing uncontrollably. Ginger appeared seemingly out of nowhere and knelt in front of him, handing him a flask of water that he splashed on his face and then gulped down before turning to look at the two men beside him. Von Stalhein was facedown on the ground, but undeniably breathing and moving a little. Biggles rested a hand on his back and felt him coughing weakly, while Algy glared at him through smoke-reddened, streaming eyes, crouching on von Stalhein's other side.
"If you ever make me do that again, I will leave you there," he snapped, and snatched the flask from Biggles to splash it on his own face, washing the smoke from his eyes.
I wrote this earlier in the month and held off on posting it because I felt like it should have - more? More h/c, more aftermath, more something. But I never wrote the "more", so I'm going ahead and posting what there is.
Day 21: unresponsive
Biggles, EvS, Algy; 400 wds
Smoke filled the room, choking and dense. Biggles held a fold of his sleeve over his mouth, coughing, eyes stinging. Algy had been one step from flinging himself bodily on top of him and holding him down, and Biggles knew that every moment he stayed in the burning building was another moment closer to Algy trying to come in and get him. It was a ticking clock measured not only in his own heartbeats but Algy's as well.
But he spotted what he was looking for: von Stalhein, immobile on the floor.
"He wouldn't do it for you. You know that, right?"
Algy's remembered words - as he grabbed at Biggles's arm before Biggles shook him off - faded into the back of his mind. Biggles crouched beside von Stalhein and gave him a hard shake, said his name. There was no reaction.
There was no time to try any longer to wake him, nor to stop and consider the possibility that he was risking his life to drag an enemy corpse out of a burning building. He had already been in the building so long, searching, that he was becoming lightheaded and dizzy. He wrestled with von Stalhein's deadweight, stumbled and fell and struggled up again, eyes streaming.
He was only dimly aware of another figure in the smoke until hands seized him and started to pull him out. Someone was yelling at him. Algy. Biggles locked his hands into von Stalhein's collar, and Algy, after one final attempt to break Biggles's grip, settled in on the other side and helped.
Cool, clean air broke over them like an ocean wave. They tumbled to the ground just as the building caved in behind them in a wash of heat and a spray of sparks. Biggles was drenched in sweat, coughing uncontrollably. Ginger appeared seemingly out of nowhere and knelt in front of him, handing him a flask of water that he splashed on his face and then gulped down before turning to look at the two men beside him. Von Stalhein was facedown on the ground, but undeniably breathing and moving a little. Biggles rested a hand on his back and felt him coughing weakly, while Algy glared at him through smoke-reddened, streaming eyes, crouching on von Stalhein's other side.
"If you ever make me do that again, I will leave you there," he snapped, and snatched the flask from Biggles to splash it on his own face, washing the smoke from his eyes.
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Oh no, follow-up.
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*enables*
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