It burned, everything burned. He already hated water, even more so when it was briny, and even more when it was assaulting all of his senses at once. His body tensed as he could not breathe, as his wounds were irritated in the worst possible way. Try as he might to keep his eyes closed behind the cloth, the water seeped its way in.
And the lack of oxygen was the topping, already lacking on the oxygen department due to his anemia, the sudden cutoff caused him an insurmountable amount of chest pain. His lungs were screaming, burning, begging for some of the air. None came.
Once the water stopped, his whole body was trembling, the blood soaking the cloth that clung so tightly to his face.
He had been screaming as best he could during the assault, though it mostly came out as gurgles. When he finally had enough calm to mutter out a word, he choked out "...why."Â
They were making quite the convincing argument. He had a slight idea where some of the Wings would be.
He continued trembling violently, seeming to come from his very core. Â He had to stay strong, for his Unit, for whom he thought had the best intent.
"... For coin and country." He whimpered pathetically, trying to keep some resolve but he was not going to be able to take much more. He felt his energy draining from him, seeping from him, much more of the deoxygenation and blood loss and he would soon be unconscious,
He welcomed it at this point. He wanted it. Nothing more than to lose consciousness.
And the lack of oxygen was the topping, already lacking on the oxygen department due to his anemia, the sudden cutoff caused him an insurmountable amount of chest pain. His lungs were screaming, burning, begging for some of the air. None came.
Once the water stopped, his whole body was trembling, the blood soaking the cloth that clung so tightly to his face.
He had been screaming as best he could during the assault, though it mostly came out as gurgles. When he finally had enough calm to mutter out a word, he choked out "...why."Â
They were making quite the convincing argument. He had a slight idea where some of the Wings would be.
He continued trembling violently, seeming to come from his very core. Â He had to stay strong, for his Unit, for whom he thought had the best intent.
"... For coin and country." He whimpered pathetically, trying to keep some resolve but he was not going to be able to take much more. He felt his energy draining from him, seeping from him, much more of the deoxygenation and blood loss and he would soon be unconscious,
He welcomed it at this point. He wanted it. Nothing more than to lose consciousness.
