[His feet start moving before the kind-hearted farmhand has finished speaking, so fast that he almost trips and falls flat on his face in the dark. There's more debris in Asher's way, although he doesn't quite notice it now. Little shards of broken glass and busted wood, all dangerous but not sharp enough to pierce the heel of Asher's enchanted boot. They snap and crackle as he continues onward, afraid of what he might encounter.
Crap, crap, crap, this is all wrong. What if he's too late?
What if something happens to Jin, and it's his fault?]
Oh my god.
[What hits Asher first is an overwhelming bout of nausea, partly from the sight of his friend's wounds and the smell of it all, as blood isn't something that the young law student has learned to stomach particularly well. Thankfully, he does everything he can to keep from losing his last meal, and frantically removes his jacket in a pathetic attempt to deal with the damage that has already been done.]
Oh my god, oh my god-
[Inhale, exhale.
These are words he tries to repeat in his mind, but to no avail. Asher breathes too sharply and all at once, disrupting his own flow of oxygen, shoulders and chest heaving as his trembling hands attempt to tie the fabric of his coat around the blood that's seeping from Jin's side. He fucks up the first few times which doesn't do anything for his nerves, causing him to almost hyperventilate at first.
Asher has to close his eyes for a moment, and takes another deep breath before continuing.]
How the fuck did this happen?
[If Jin dies, it will be on him.
God fucking damn it, why does he always feel so useless?]
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Crap, crap, crap, this is all wrong. What if he's too late?
What if something happens to Jin, and it's his fault?]
Oh my god.
[What hits Asher first is an overwhelming bout of nausea, partly from the sight of his friend's wounds and the smell of it all, as blood isn't something that the young law student has learned to stomach particularly well. Thankfully, he does everything he can to keep from losing his last meal, and frantically removes his jacket in a pathetic attempt to deal with the damage that has already been done.]
Oh my god, oh my god-
[Inhale, exhale.
These are words he tries to repeat in his mind, but to no avail. Asher breathes too sharply and all at once, disrupting his own flow of oxygen, shoulders and chest heaving as his trembling hands attempt to tie the fabric of his coat around the blood that's seeping from Jin's side. He fucks up the first few times which doesn't do anything for his nerves, causing him to almost hyperventilate at first.
Asher has to close his eyes for a moment, and takes another deep breath before continuing.]
How the fuck did this happen?
[If Jin dies, it will be on him.
God fucking damn it, why does he always feel so useless?]