[After Scott's impressive attempts to keep it together, it's only fair he expresses that he's been putting on a bit of a brave face himself.]
For the sake of my pride. Please.
[The medics don't wait for Scott, whatever his choice is; they count down from five, then put all their effort into raising the slab—which they're going to have to do more than a little, given the—bars, nails, whatever it is that have found a place in his leg. Unfortunately, given the weight of the rubble, it's not a quick process, so it's rather like a very slow and shaky removal of jagged knives.
Even if he were inclined to, he's sure he wouldn't be able to hold back the resulting scream of pain. Really, most of his self control goes towards not immediately crushing the arms of those who've got a grip on him with his magical strength, as his instinct is yelling at him to do. Fuck, that hurts. As many things as his Gem and pact grant him, enhanced pain tolerance is not one of them. Whatever words of support the woman might have for him are drowned out by what feels like a deafening ringing in his ears.
He reminds himself that pain always seems to drag on longer than it actually does. From Scott's perspective, it's only a few seconds before the two holding Altius's arms are certain he's no longer stuck and hurry to slide him out of the way, after which the other three drop the slab with a thud and start to prepare the gurney and other supplies.
Well, the hard part is over, at least. He's not about to forget that one, though, and as much as he'd like to catch his breath, shallow panting is the best he can do right now. (This had better be worth it, Altius.)]
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For the sake of my pride. Please.
[The medics don't wait for Scott, whatever his choice is; they count down from five, then put all their effort into raising the slab—which they're going to have to do more than a little, given the—bars, nails, whatever it is that have found a place in his leg. Unfortunately, given the weight of the rubble, it's not a quick process, so it's rather like a very slow and shaky removal of jagged knives.
Even if he were inclined to, he's sure he wouldn't be able to hold back the resulting scream of pain. Really, most of his self control goes towards not immediately crushing the arms of those who've got a grip on him with his magical strength, as his instinct is yelling at him to do. Fuck, that hurts. As many things as his Gem and pact grant him, enhanced pain tolerance is not one of them. Whatever words of support the woman might have for him are drowned out by what feels like a deafening ringing in his ears.
He reminds himself that pain always seems to drag on longer than it actually does. From Scott's perspective, it's only a few seconds before the two holding Altius's arms are certain he's no longer stuck and hurry to slide him out of the way, after which the other three drop the slab with a thud and start to prepare the gurney and other supplies.
Well, the hard part is over, at least. He's not about to forget that one, though, and as much as he'd like to catch his breath, shallow panting is the best he can do right now. (This had better be worth it, Altius.)]