Cyberjunk
“You alright?” She asked, noting the strange look on his face. She looked startled when he began to go down. “Hey!” She reached for him, but he had already hit the floor. Sighing, Zey stooped down and prodded at his arm. “Hey, you alive down there?” She placed two of her fingers at his neck just under his chin, pulling them away when she felt his pulse. Well that was good news. The passed out merc with questionable injuries was less than good news.
Grabbing both of his arms, Zey tried to drag him out of the cargo hold, but only managed to move him a few inches before giving up. “Damn you’re heavy.” She commented, wiping the sweat from her hairline with her sleeve. A bit frustrated, she left briefly for the washroom, wetting a towel under the sink before returning and pressing it to his face. “C’mon, wake up already…” She slapped his face, not hard enough to add to his injuries but enough for it to sting a bit.
[member="Gray Raxis"]
Grabbing both of his arms, Zey tried to drag him out of the cargo hold, but only managed to move him a few inches before giving up. “Damn you’re heavy.” She commented, wiping the sweat from her hairline with her sleeve. A bit frustrated, she left briefly for the washroom, wetting a towel under the sink before returning and pressing it to his face. “C’mon, wake up already…” She slapped his face, not hard enough to add to his injuries but enough for it to sting a bit.
[member="Gray Raxis"]