I don't think so. Not from this side, at least. Those things are rare.
[ There are sounds, even if he can't see. A long sigh muffled by something. The sound of breathing through the sides of the mouth. (he's biting down on the leather handle of the vampire killer. better that way. he doesn't need a fucking cracked tooth on top of everything else).
He doesn't yell, at least. Though the sound of the breathing becoming heavier and more choked isn't that much better. It's difficult, having to use only the arm at the opposite side to do this. The breaths become shorter, each one ending with a choke, as he tries to get the arrow out of him without the arrowhead breaking off (He should not need to carry an arrow spoon! In the twentieth fucking century!). But finally, finally, there is the sound of something clattering to the floor. He spits out the whip, holding one of the cloths to his side, head fallen back with hair clinging to the sweat on his face. ]
Fuck.
[ There's still the salt to go. That's going to be a fucking delight. ]
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[ There are sounds, even if he can't see. A long sigh muffled by something. The sound of breathing through the sides of the mouth. (he's biting down on the leather handle of the vampire killer. better that way. he doesn't need a fucking cracked tooth on top of everything else).
He doesn't yell, at least. Though the sound of the breathing becoming heavier and more choked isn't that much better. It's difficult, having to use only the arm at the opposite side to do this. The breaths become shorter, each one ending with a choke, as he tries to get the arrow out of him without the arrowhead breaking off (He should not need to carry an arrow spoon! In the twentieth fucking century!). But finally, finally, there is the sound of something clattering to the floor. He spits out the whip, holding one of the cloths to his side, head fallen back with hair clinging to the sweat on his face. ]
Fuck.
[ There's still the salt to go. That's going to be a fucking delight. ]