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König is aware of about three things right now.
The first and most pressing matter was the gunshot wound in his leg. Looking at it now, there was a growing dark strain. He guessed it was probably a venous bleed and he miraculously missed the artery in his thigh. If his artery had been hit, his blood would be spurting out, not oozing (that was something he vaguely remember from his tac med classes). That and he would've lost consciousness 4 minutes ago. That felt important.
The second thing is that his vision was failing him. There were giant gray spots floating in front of him and slowly growing in size til his world blurred and disappeared.
The third thing was that his head ached . He felt like his body was pulsating. With each fresh throb emanating from his crown, his chest creaked and his thigh pulsated. He didn’t believe he was literally pulsating. That would be stupid. He knew his body had just turned against him when he squeezed his eyes shut. At least it shouldn’t last too much longer. His bleeding seemed bad, even for a venous bleed.
There were many things he wasn’t acutely aware of anymore. For example, he wasn’t sure when he’d stopped running to meet exfil. As far as he was aware, he’d always just existed at the base of an old tree, trying to keep his head from swimming. He wasn’t aware anymore that his teammates had abandoned him. He was aware of this at one point, when he’d started lagging behind. He supposed there was no use trying to support 250 pounds of a bleeding out König when they were more worried about surviving themselves. He couldn’t really remain bitter, he barely remembers why he was here. And, most importantly, he wasn’t aware of anyone near him until hands were on him.
Something wrapped around his thigh and he tugged at it, confused. Then it pulled tight . He let out a strangled scream and shoved hard at the figure near him. He hadn’t thought he’d have the strength to fight back.
“Deal with ‘im, L.t.” Came a highly accented voice. König was distinctly aware for a moment that this was the enemy they’d been after. Only a few words made it through the ringing in his ears after that point. “Don’t want-“ “to roll over and fecking-“
“Calm-“ “Johnny-“ “Big bugger.” This voice was new. Gravely and just as accented.
König was struggling against thick disembodied arms, shoving and tugging. He didn’t care if he was sure he would die within minutes, he wasn’t going to make it easy for these fuckers. His mouth was moving of its own accord and he wasn’t sure if he was cursing or screaming.
The tight ring around his thigh got even tighter and he felt the roughness of his scream before he heard it. It felt like knives digging into his skin. His gunshot wound throbbed.
He felt the shoulders the arms were connected too and, in a last ditch effort, attempted to head butt the head that, reasonably, should be between those shoulders.
He thought he’d over shot it, but he hadn’t even hit anything before his head swam and he let out a sob. He felt sick to his core.
He gave up briefly on trying to do anything but keep himself from puking and his body went limp. His head hit a firm shoulder and he felt those arms surround him to support his weight.
“Oi! Don-“ the first man was speaking right next to him. “-hold ‘im still!”
“Jo-“ the second was above him. “-onna kill you.”
König’s eyes rolled back in his head as he finally succumbed to his injuries. His body slumping against his enemy’s.
He wasn’t expecting to wake up. He wasn’t expecting to wake up at all. Much less to an empty hospital room with two damned handcuffs on each wrist.
That can’t be regulation?