As he came to, the first thing that told him he was alive was the searing pain in his side and leg. He inhaled shakily, trying to sit up then being met with more pain and collapsing back onto his back. He put a hand to his side, where it hurt, and it came away bloody. He did not fair well with blood, not at all, and he gulped when he saw the amount of blood that coated his hand. He twisted to see his side, and visibly paled at the amount of blood that was soaking through his shirt. Charles took in raspy breaths, his eyes shut tightly as he breathed through the pain.
The voice of Isabelle, his girlfriend, cut through the fog in his mind. He turned his head to look at her, a ghost of a smile slipping across his face. “Isabelle…” he said, his voice coming out much weaker than he’d intended it. He wasn’t sure how much blood he’d lost, but he felt sweat dripping down his face and he could feel his breathing starting to become more rapid. He always thought he was pretty fit for his age and that he’d live a long life… but it seemed that he was gonna meet his end much sooner than he’d imagined. Maybe it was what he deserved, after everything. “Isa…Isabelle.” He tried again, the words harder to speak. “Please… Help…” What an odd sight I must be, he thought suddenly. So vulnerable and unlike the imposing figure I usually am.
@passionfruit - Isabelle
ORP: you can approach him if you want or you can let her stay away and try to find help whatever floats your boat (HAHAHA pun not intended)