There was a crackling surge that Dorian registered as pain. He reached a hand down to the unconscious man beneath him and brushed rubble from his face. His hand trembled and groaned from the damage the car had done. His vitals scanner was blank.
“John” he said his stressed vocal system warping his voice.
The debris from the concrete wall had left cuts and marks across Johns face and arms. His shirt was torn below the collar bone. Dorian reached up and touched a wound bringing his finger up to inspect the blot of blood. John flinched at the touch. Dorian smiled and spoke but no sound came out. He turned his upper body to eye the wrecked chassis split in two against his back.The guts of the engine sunk deep into his own and his visual systems began to fail, blacking out sporadically.
‘Dorian?’ A groggy farmillar voice spoke. Dorian turned back. John was gazing up at him through bleary eyes
“…trrterrorists…b-b-black out bomb-rrrrammed uszz….attttemped vehicular mansl-slaughter…” Dorian tried to explain only the occasional word making it through. He registered Johns face folding with growing concern.
“Hey what’s going on with you?” He asked pushing himself up onto his elbows trying to see around Dorian. Dorian felt pressure in his abdomen as John leaned into a pipe that was protruding from his chest.
“Oh my god” John mumbled grabbing one of Dorians shoulders.
“You…already loszzt one l-l-legg….couldn’t loszze…” Dorian said before his visuals cut out completely.
“Dorian! Dorian!” He could hear John shouting. Dorian knew he had less then a few moments before he lost all functionality and decided he would change his attempt at a joke.
“…you..” The word fell from his mouth with a mechanical hiss and then there was nothing.
Dorian had not had to wonder this time if someone would be there on the other side to wake him up again. He knew John Kennex would.
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