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It's really just a flesh wound...

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[mobilisomnia.livejournal.com]

[She may have not known enough about guns to help protect Eames, but she could bend the dreamscape to her will. Quickly she was at his side, rearranging the maze so that they were cut off.] There's a failsafe at the end of the next hallway.

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

[Though he says it's just a small wound, it's actually a rather painful gunshot wound to the abdomen. He was down almost instantly, pushing himself feebly toward the nearest wall.] Give me just... a moment.

[mobilisomnia.livejournal.com]

[She nods. Concern is written all over her face. She can hear the projections trying to get through the wall.] Here, lean on me. I know I'm not much, but we have to get you out of here.

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

I'd rather you kill me, but I suppose I can attempt to use you as a crutch. [It takes him a few frenzied moments to push himself up and onto his feet, grabbing at one of her shoulders with a shaking hand.]

[mobilisomnia.livejournal.com]

[She stops moving and rips off a large chunk of the skirt and then removes her sweater. She folds up the fabric, puts it on his wound and then ties her sweater around him, still at his side, to keep the makeshift bandage in place.] It won't do anything for the pain, but hey, you just got me half undressed.

[She hoped to difuse his pain with humor, even if she was still concerned about him.]