Role Play discussion

"Stop!" She said holding onto his arms "you need to rest...please, you will heal soon if you only just rest...no one knows were down here..." She sighed and sat him back in the bed "no one knows not cares it was me, they would rather sacrifice me to them then have me part of the tribe..."

"Stop talking crap about yourself," he groaned with both disapproval and pain. "They need you, whether you or them know it or not. I certainly do." He gently laid back down, regretting he even got up. It hurt worse than the fires of hell. Now that he was dead and he came back alive, he wasn't so sure any more if there even is such a thing as hell.

Giulia raised a brow "I'm not talking 'crap' about myself...I've been alienated ever since I escaped no one has talked to me...sat near me and try to stay clear as much as humanly possible...you're the good guy, the hero everyone knows your name and respects you. I don't expect you to understand...I fight to stay alive because I know if I let it get to me...I'd sacrifice myself..." She had never told or admitted this to anyone it was strange speaking to him about it.

"Don't," he started, holding up a hand. "Stop that. You're giving me a headache. You can't fight a fact, my saviour." He paused and looked thoughtful for a moment. "Is the ground rumbling, or is it just me?" he asked with a frown.

Giulia was going to retort back when she frowned and knelt feeling the ground it was vibrating and shaking. She stood nervously "airborne attack..." As a missile came screaming down splitting the makeshift hospital room in two. She pounced pushing Arthur down and covered them with the hospital bed.

"I can walk," he coughed around a mouthful of dust as he started to get up, trying in vain to push her off him. "We've got to get out of here," he pleaded, still trying to nudge her off him.

Giulia scrambled off of him, she had a large gash spreading down the edge of her face. She took a deep breath pulling it together and heading out of the gaping hole the missile caused she ducked to the ground army crawling as not to draw attention.

((Wait, I don't get your grammar o.O))

((Wow it's been awhile, I just was re-reading this and had no idea you replied. I'll re-write this post to be understood.))

Guilia scrambled off of him, slowly lifting them both to their feet. She surveyed the damage caused by the missile and wiped the blood from her field of vision. Taking a deep breath and shaking off the adrenaline and fear she crawled through a large gaping hole the missile had caused. Looking back to make sure he was following her lead she ducked to the sandy desert ground and crawled as to not draw attention to the enemies preparing to make another attack.

((Holly molly... I was so creative last time... and yet so childish...))