Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38868122-20191208014039/@comment-44390494-20191208155446

His whole chest was splattered with oozing, dark-red blood. His feeble right leg had a long, blood-red stripe running down his knee towards his heel. Despite his horrible case, and the agony that kept stabbing Hazel in the heart, what husrt her most was seeing his crumpled, unconscious self barely managing to breath under all the dust and grime.

(I'm gonna kill you one of this days.)