21. Gordon+pain for flash fic
Well, Gordon-old-buddy, how the hell do you think you're gonna get out of this one?
Gordon's rational side slides to the front, crossing its arms at the pessimism.
First, we take stock of the situation.
Taking stock commences. Gordon tries to shift against the bare rock behind him, but he can't. It's not just that it's difficult. He can't move.
It all happened so quickly. A flash. An explosion. And then the cacophony of a rock slide from all angles. Gordon's not sure where he is, or what's happening now. All he knows is pain, pain, pain.
But at least he can feel something. If he couldn't, he'd be in much worse shape. Or dead. But hey.
He tries to laugh, because laughter is the best medicine. Right?
Right?
Now he's somewhere, at the bottom of something, with smashed up comms. and a pair of mangled legs. How the hell is he gonna get out of this one?
He laughs again, louder this time. There's an edge of despair, and no amount of endorphin released is going to take the edge off his pain.
It's not just the burning, twisting, aching pain in his legs. It's the subtle knife-point in his heart, just starting to push in.
He failed them. Failed. Them.
That pain is the worst of all.