-07- [accidental voice | backdated to Sunday]
[A clattering sound breaks through the static on the Forge, then a shuffling and the sound of fabric rustling. When Riza speaks, it is with a pronounced edge of fear in her voice.]
Scar! Oh, god. We have to get you some help.
[The sound of cloth being torn.]
[The grunt of pain is lost in the static, but Scar's voice is tight and strained when he speaks, breath shallow]
I-I'm fine.
[His breathing sounds progressively harsher as he pushes himself up and there's the sound of staggered footsteps]
We need to get out of here.
You're not fine! I shot you! You can't walk around like that!
[The sound of fabric tearing again, though this time more aggressive. Riza is trying to sound very in control of herself.]
Sit down! We have to stop the bleeding. A-assess the damage. A bullet wound there...
I've had worse. [Terse, and a bit more brusque than he usually is to her.]
It'll stop. I've--nngh--got pressure on it. [Not quite accurate and he knows it, even though he's clutching the wound pretty tightly.]
We can't sit around here. Have to get out of the mist.
And you can't go anywhere with a wound like that! You could bleed out before we find a way out of here! [She almost sounds panicked despite the commanding tone she has tried to put into her voice]
At least let me put a bandage on it. Please.
And who's going to find us if we wait around here? Forge isn't even working.
I could hardly find you even when the damn thing was functional.
[A long pause, and then a sigh]
...Fine.
[Silence for a moment, and then the sound of footsteps, shifting, and the sound of tearing resumes as Riza makes strips out of the lining of her jacket. There are only the sounds of fabric rustling for a few moments.]
[Very quietly, her voice almost breaking.] There is no excuse for my actions. I'm sorry. I'm... so sorry.
[Scar's breathing is tightly controlled now, in contrast to the ragged and shallow breaths from before. Scar hates touch of any kind, and especially now in a vulnerable condition...]
[Another pause, and when he speaks next, his tone is slightly kinder.] It wasn't your fault.
I pulled the trigger. I'm responsible.
You didn't know who you were aiming at.
[A little more rustling and the sound of fabric being tied. He bites down the urge to yelp when she ties it and all that gets out is a muffled whimper.]
That should do for now. But we need to get you somewhere, the clinic maybe, if we can find it.
No. I'd rather not bother Sakura again.
I will ask Mei if it becomes necessary.
[And he might have said more, except that's when he notices the Forge. And the light indicating it's been recording.]
...Looks like it's working again.
What? How long has it been recording?
[The crackling of static builds again as the Forge is jostled and the transmission ends.]
Scar! Oh, god. We have to get you some help.
[The sound of cloth being torn.]
[The grunt of pain is lost in the static, but Scar's voice is tight and strained when he speaks, breath shallow]
I-I'm fine.
[His breathing sounds progressively harsher as he pushes himself up and there's the sound of staggered footsteps]
We need to get out of here.
You're not fine! I shot you! You can't walk around like that!
[The sound of fabric tearing again, though this time more aggressive. Riza is trying to sound very in control of herself.]
Sit down! We have to stop the bleeding. A-assess the damage. A bullet wound there...
I've had worse. [Terse, and a bit more brusque than he usually is to her.]
It'll stop. I've--nngh--got pressure on it. [Not quite accurate and he knows it, even though he's clutching the wound pretty tightly.]
We can't sit around here. Have to get out of the mist.
And you can't go anywhere with a wound like that! You could bleed out before we find a way out of here! [She almost sounds panicked despite the commanding tone she has tried to put into her voice]
At least let me put a bandage on it. Please.
And who's going to find us if we wait around here? Forge isn't even working.
I could hardly find you even when the damn thing was functional.
[A long pause, and then a sigh]
...Fine.
[Silence for a moment, and then the sound of footsteps, shifting, and the sound of tearing resumes as Riza makes strips out of the lining of her jacket. There are only the sounds of fabric rustling for a few moments.]
[Very quietly, her voice almost breaking.] There is no excuse for my actions. I'm sorry. I'm... so sorry.
[Scar's breathing is tightly controlled now, in contrast to the ragged and shallow breaths from before. Scar hates touch of any kind, and especially now in a vulnerable condition...]
[Another pause, and when he speaks next, his tone is slightly kinder.] It wasn't your fault.
I pulled the trigger. I'm responsible.
You didn't know who you were aiming at.
[A little more rustling and the sound of fabric being tied. He bites down the urge to yelp when she ties it and all that gets out is a muffled whimper.]
That should do for now. But we need to get you somewhere, the clinic maybe, if we can find it.
No. I'd rather not bother Sakura again.
I will ask Mei if it becomes necessary.
[And he might have said more, except that's when he notices the Forge. And the light indicating it's been recording.]
...Looks like it's working again.
What? How long has it been recording?
[The crackling of static builds again as the Forge is jostled and the transmission ends.]