[It's a shout as he gets hoisted up-- it's not a pleasant feeling, knowing that he's in the arms of the man who left him in this states in the first place. He's still bleeding everywhere and he's surprised he's still conscious with his well-being on the line but he supposes that adrenaline just does damn wonders. He's pushing at Harry again, twisting and writhing and making it more difficult for both him and the other because not only is this making his wound worse, it's just slowing Harry down.
And at this time, he can't tell if Harry's carrying him so he can throw him off a cliff, or actually get him some help.]
Ah ha ha. Funny. [He leans away from the other, finally giving up when he feels he has no energy left. Damnit...] What are you doing, Harry? First shoot me, now help me?
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[It's a shout as he gets hoisted up-- it's not a pleasant feeling, knowing that he's in the arms of the man who left him in this states in the first place. He's still bleeding everywhere and he's surprised he's still conscious with his well-being on the line but he supposes that adrenaline just does damn wonders. He's pushing at Harry again, twisting and writhing and making it more difficult for both him and the other because not only is this making his wound worse, it's just slowing Harry down.
And at this time, he can't tell if Harry's carrying him so he can throw him off a cliff, or actually get him some help.]
Ah ha ha. Funny. [He leans away from the other, finally giving up when he feels he has no energy left. Damnit...] What are you doing, Harry? First shoot me, now help me?