Chelldon was in a lot of pain and the blood was gushing out and he didn't get why, it wasn't like normal wounds. Gritting his teeth, he nodded and grabbed the gun, firing another two portals and demolishing the rest of the nearby turrets. With them down, he staggered to his feet, one arm hanging uselessly at the side as he tried not to move it.
He gestured for Wheatley to follow, he had to get himself and the AI out safe. It was just a war wound, nothing serious.
It would be fixed and he would be fine, no cause to worry or panic, was it? As they headed further through, Chelldon stepped on one of the bigger buttons, dripping blood down it as he watched the door open. Right, he needed a cube.
Looking around, he tried to spot one. The faster they left, the quicker he'd heal. And the quicker he'd get that cake!
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Date: 2012-05-03 05:41 pm (UTC)He gestured for Wheatley to follow, he had to get himself and the AI out safe. It was just a war wound, nothing serious.
It would be fixed and he would be fine, no cause to worry or panic, was it? As they headed further through, Chelldon stepped on one of the bigger buttons, dripping blood down it as he watched the door open. Right, he needed a cube.
Looking around, he tried to spot one. The faster they left, the quicker he'd heal. And the quicker he'd get that cake!