♚ ruler of the cyberiad. ♚

   ❝ And you have to die   pointlessly, and very far          from home. ❞

unknown ;

perhaps it is in the way that he staggers that you know something
               is wrong. or the way crimson oozes from the cracks of his fingers, whilst
               he struggles to conceal the wound interrupting the hardened skin of his
               midriff. he coughs once, sticking to the wall and ignoring the way blood
               spatters his hand. he needs help, but he isn’t going to ask. he will simply
               hide, struggle home to stitch it up himself. ( if he makes it that far. )

                   she sees the boy on her way back to her new shiny TARDIS.
                   he’s clearly hurt, an while she coudn’t care less, she decides
                   why not have some fun for a change? in mock kindness she
                   picks up her pace and moves toward him.

                                       ❝ oh god, are you alright? do you
                                          need me to call an ambulance? ❞