Chapter 3.2

Roy paused for a moment, mustering his strength.  Almost passing out from the pain he managed to roll himself onto his right side.  For all its trappings of civilization, Blàthan was still a backwater with open sewers.  Roy hoped that not much of the filth had gotten into his wound as his cheek rested on the cool, muck-covered cobblestones.  Ha, you’re assuming you will even get out of this rat-infested alleyway, you luckless bastard.

Roy saw the object that he had spit out earlier and with his left arm retrieved it.  White streaks flashed.  Breaths came short and violent.  I am in a bad spot.  The bastard broke his arrow off and left the other half in me.

 Roy waited almost a quarter sand before he rolled forward, forehead on cobblestones, knees drawn up.  The bar is closer but too many complications.  Elspeth was a fair distance away but he needed absolute security.  Pain has lessened.  Is that good?  No probably lost too much blood.

He would have liked to waited longer to make this less agonizing and limit his chances of passing out but now he was sure he was going into shock.  With great effort he gained his feet, leaning against the wall for a minute trying to catch his breath.  It felt as if someone had hit him in the chest with a sledge as he could not even draw a breath for several moments.

 I will not die here!  Adrenaline finally surging, Roy tottered the several blocks to Elspeth’s side entrance.  As he knocked twice loudly with his half-good right arm, the white flashed like a curtain across his vision.

~ by beinnsgriob on March 9, 2008.