Snippet #2539439

Olek wiped beads of sweat off of his feverish forehead. He coughed lightly which in turn sent a massive amount of pain across his body. Between a few of his bruised ribs, and the slash marks in his chest, breathing was growing quite difficult. He forced himself to block out the pain for as long as he possibly could. Not good, can't get this dinged up this early. I'll have to take things slow.

After a few fleeting moments of deep thought Hawke approached Olek and handed him some tourniquets made out of his own shirt. Olek nodded and uttered a simple 'thank you' to Hawke as he did so. Shortly after this Bast approached, the grace in her walk was undamaged from when she was knocked down moments ago. "Yeah, and we won't get very far with you bleeding out either. Hold still and let me wrap you up." She spoke in what Olek deemed a level headed manner. He nodded and unclipped his vest so she could wrap the home made bandages around his torso. He let out a small sigh of relief as Bast did her best to Keep Olek in the fight for as long as possible. Olek felt a slight sense of security knowing that Bast had his back.

"Why'd you do that anyway? Throw yourself in the line of danger like that to help her?" Bast spoke up whilst tending to his wounds. Olek calmly glanced over at Kisa, her grievous wound was harsh enough to make even Olek wince. "I have a lot of things to do right, it may have only taken a few months for you to make the right decision. It took me seven years and a ter-" Olek stopped, his body grew rigid. After a split second his body went back to it's normal state. "Seven years and a power outage...." He paused once more appearing as if he was going to say more. He looked into Bast's fierce green eyes with his singular hazel eye. for a few moments before he looked away, constantly scanning the woods as they stood still. Bast soon finished and asked Olek if he needed to lean on her. He picked up his shredded vest and slid it back on, wincing as he did so. He gave her a conflicted nod and threw an arm over her shoulder, displacing some of his weight onto Bast.

Olek heavily considered staying behind to give the others more time. His train of thought was interrupted by a gentle hand on his arm, his head slowly turned, still clutching his chest with one arm. Edur stood at his side, peering closely at his wounds. "You...okay?" She spoke in a concerned voice. Olek gazed at her for a few moments. His demeanor softened ever so slightly. Instead of a cold harsh eye, he looked at her with a warm and inviting one. "This?" Olek said as he gestured to his chest. "This is nothing, should've been there when I lost righty." Olek said with a slight smirk as he tapped on his eye patch with his right hand. On closer inspection now that Olek's sleeves were rolled up, one could easily see the extensive burn scars covering his right forearm. Olek tried to keep the situation light around Edur. Olek felt no need to be commanding or stern with her, as there was no point to keep her combat ready.

At that moment Bast's head turned, listening to something that Olek couldn't hear. Instinctively, Olek's right hand jumped to his sidearm. He quickly unholstered it and was ready for anything. "Oh shit, we gotta move!" Bast spoke with the utmost urgency. Olek started stumbling forward whilst Bast supported him. He looked over at her, his demeanor once again fierce and alert. He picked up his pace, for now that he was supported by Bast he was capable of an awkward run. He glanced over at Bast for only a few seconds. You'll have to leave me behind sooner or later. Like it or not Olek was slowly becoming dead weight.