[First time trying to write for Bastion and in the point of Rucks. This is as if Zulf woke up before the Kid did.]
Zulf's face is a face full of regret as I'm lookin' him over. Kid's knocked out cold. Fallin' from the sky with another man on your back can do that to ya. Zulf actually woke up from the fall, if that makes any sense. Told me it jarred him awake, just as if somebody shook his shoulder to wake him from a long nap. He really thought he was dead, thought he was gonna up into the Pantheon to see Mother herself. I made him help me drag the Kid to his bedroll as Zia fetched bandages and health tonics for the pair in her tent and distillery respectively. Zulf's on his knees, just lookin' the hero of the hour over and over again. He's out of it.
"Hey, he'll be fine... Just got to get the arrows outta him and he'll be vine-apples and werewhiskey." I say, placing an old hand of mine on his shoulder. He shrugs it away quick like and I hear his voice, quiet like a summer evenin' in Caelondia.
"Why... Why didn't he leave me to die, Rucks? I was willing to allow Mother to take me into her open arms but this damn kid..." He reaches out a shaky blood speckled hand out to Kid's bandana and gently tugs it off. Guess it came untied in all the fightin' with Zulf's Ura brothers and sisters in the Terminals. He's grippin' it tight like, shaking like a leaf. I've got nothin' to say left in me as Zia comes up to us. Patch up Kid and open his trap to pour the tonic down... Zulf ain't that easy but our Ura survivor never is, is he? He clings to that ripped crimson fabric all the while as he's gettin' fixed...
[I can't write as Rucks worth a damn and I'm so sorry about that. This may be rewritten from Zulf's POV and be much longer if I find the time. Who knows? Well, hoped you liked it. ]