let me go

Before Clover can provide a smart quip as he is wont to do in extreme circumstance, Qrow is already upon his earpiece, sending off their coordinates, demanding medical assistance with the extraction. He speaks with clarity, no hesitation, for he has been in too many operations to falter now.

He thanks this experience. He does not want to falter when Clover is hurt. He does not want to let anyone see just how deeply the blood dripping from Clover's shoulder shatters Qrow's spirit- least of all, Clover.

Clover can tell anyways. He knows Qrow hates blood on his hands.