Snippet #1294063

Carlos was sitting against a tree, holding the broken arm to his chest and covering up his head wounds with is other hand. He was curled up in a ball kind of, taking the pain one agonisingly slow minuet at a time. He tried to focus on his breathing, rather than the pain and he got a pretty good rhythm going until the ear shattering noise of the exploding bus interrupted him. He screamed and fell back onto his good arm, heart racing. He started bleeding again as he looked at the blaze. As he started to calm, the pain came on with a new wave of intensity. He sat up slowly, hand on his head again. He grunted as he struggled, sitting back up against the tree.

He tried to get back into his rhythm again to dull the pain when Sam started giving orders. He didn't hear his name, but he wasn't about to go looking for rivers right now. He was covered in blood and starting to feel light headed. Just moving to get back up against the tree had made his dizzy. He moaned, trying to ignore the voices around him and get back into that rhythmic pattern... in... out... in... out... in... out...