Watching the stars

[Winston Sharpe]

Winstons thoughts were projected back out as a jumbled mess, Yes/Us/Power?/chicken-fucker/nothing.

Pushing himself back up Winston smiled at Morgan, his eye dripping gunk down his face, "Sure, what do you want?"

[Morgan Evans]

Get your shit together, first stop is the Medics. You realise your eye won't grow back right? Morgan shook her head in disgust.

[Winston Sharpe]

Winston chuckled, "Yea, I know, I really regret it didn't work out,"

Winston laughed at his private joke before sighing, "This really hurts."

[Morgan Evans]

You have splinters in your eye socket from where you EXPLODED YOUR EYE!

[Connor Marshall]

"Pissing hell, this little sod's tossed up bad," Connor muttered, brushing his pants off as he stood next to Morgan, a faint blue forcefield forming between the two of them and Winston.

[Morgan Evans]

Morgan nodded, her hand slipping over to entwine with Connor's as she automatically deffered to him again.

Maybe one of those shield bubbles to carry him to the hospital? Make sure he gets there.. I owe him that much..

[Winston Sharpe]

Winston wiped his sleeve down his face, collecting a substantial amount of gunk on it. He held out his sleeve and stared at it with his good eye, "Shit...I can't see...I can't see."