{"id":2968,"date":"2016-08-31T00:00:14","date_gmt":"2016-08-31T04:00:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=2968"},"modified":"2016-08-30T17:23:32","modified_gmt":"2016-08-30T21:23:32","slug":"thirty-nine-04-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=2968","title":{"rendered":"Thirty-nine – 04"},"content":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Seamus’s point of view.]<\/em><\/p>\n

Thom groaned, his head lolling toward J.T.\u2019s shoulder as he started to come around. Seamus exhaled a breath he hadn\u2019t realized he was holding, shaking his head. \u201cLet\u2019s get him over there,\u201d he said, jerking his chin toward the wall a few feet from the gates. He lifted his free hand to motion to Rory and Gray, approaching from the tents. \u201cGet that gate sealed up,\u201d he ordered. \u201cDon\u2019t open it until you see the Hunt\u2019s scouts coming back. We need bodies up on the walls and in the tower.\u201d He glanced upward, squinting. The light was at the wrong angle; he couldn\u2019t see if Paul or anyone else was manning the lookout.<\/p>\n

\u201cFuck, man,\u201d J.T. said softly as they carried Thom toward the shadows beneath the wall. \u201cIf I didn\u2019t already know that you had experience with this sort of shit, that would have convinced me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Seamus choked on a bitter laugh and shook his head. \u201cJust common sense,\u201d he muttered, turning his attention to Thom. The man\u2019s eyelids were fluttering as they leaned him back against the concrete and stone, settled in the sparse grass at the base of the wall.<\/p>\n

One of Thom\u2019s hands flailed toward J.T.\u2019s wrist, knocking his friend\u2019s hand and the gauze it held away from the nose. Thom sneezed once, then again, spraying blood. He leaned forward, groaning, hunched over like a man about to be thoroughly ill.<\/p>\n

\u201cMatt,\u201d Thom whispered. \u201cGoddammit, Matt.\u201d<\/p>\n

J.T. put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back against the wall again, jamming the gauze against his nose again. \u201cHold still,\u201d the medic growled, eyes narrowing. \u201cWhat did you see?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMatt,\u201d Thom repeated. His eyes were a little glassy but were clearing fast as he regained full awareness. \u201cUp on the wall. There was a fight. He was bleeding. Then there was this light and then\u2014\u201d He broke off, pressing the heel of his hand against his temple and squeezing his eyes shut. \u201cFuck, that one hit like a ton of bricks.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cApparently,\u201d J.T. said, his tone dry. He grabbed Thom\u2019s hand and moved it to hold the gauze in place. \u201cKeep that there.\u201d He glanced at Seamus. \u201cStay with him? I\u2019m going to go get my kit.\u201d<\/p>\n

Seamus nodded. \u201cGo, but be quick. Bring Phelan, if you can.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo promises,\u201d J.T. said, then jogged away.<\/p>\n

Seamus shook his head, smiling grimly despite himself.<\/p>\n

The smile didn\u2019t last.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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