"Oh. Good. Worse. Y'know, for a moment there I thought we were in trouble." Briggs mutters in return.
Along the way, Briggs looks for anything he could use as a weapon. Another gun would be nice, though he doesn't exactly trust his aim right now. Aside from that, he's carefully trying to ignore the sensations his body is screaming at him. And then Mike puts his hand on his chest. He draws in a sharp breath through his teeth. A strong shiver runs through him. He should push Mike's hand away. He should but he's not.
It takes him a couple seconds to compose himself enough to talk. "That... That explains a few things." He thought his mind was playing tricks on him. That it manufactured the idea of being shot.
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Date: 2018-09-17 12:27 am (UTC)Along the way, Briggs looks for anything he could use as a weapon. Another gun would be nice, though he doesn't exactly trust his aim right now. Aside from that, he's carefully trying to ignore the sensations his body is screaming at him. And then Mike puts his hand on his chest. He draws in a sharp breath through his teeth. A strong shiver runs through him. He should push Mike's hand away. He should but he's not.
It takes him a couple seconds to compose himself enough to talk. "That... That explains a few things." He thought his mind was playing tricks on him. That it manufactured the idea of being shot.