[Everything had gone to shit, fast. He remembers fighting with Eames about many things - his injuries, the forger's injuries, whether or not to leave Dom (Arthur's sense of loyalty outweighs his sense of self-preservation sometimes, not often, but Dom is an exception), and then everything went black.
Vaguely aware that he was moving, and not on his own two feet, Arthur struggles back to consciousness. His whole body is rebelling, though, and his heavy eyelids flutter open for a second before slamming shut thanks to the overbearing sunlight. He's nauseous, sore, and has a headache that is bordering on a migraine in terms of pain. And as he tries to sit up he discovers that he's handcuffed to the seat.] The fuck.
[Except that's what he tries to say, but it ends up being a groan and a cough. Arthur may or may not have a few cracked ribs and the sudden shock of pain causes him to cough more until he's dizzy with want of air. By then he's feeling worse, if possible, because he's aware of the heat and the sweat that's drenching him.
When he's able to keep his eyes open he looks over at Eames, scowling so deeply it's sure to give him wrinkles.]
It's all good, bb!
Vaguely aware that he was moving, and not on his own two feet, Arthur struggles back to consciousness. His whole body is rebelling, though, and his heavy eyelids flutter open for a second before slamming shut thanks to the overbearing sunlight. He's nauseous, sore, and has a headache that is bordering on a migraine in terms of pain. And as he tries to sit up he discovers that he's handcuffed to the seat.] The fuck.
[Except that's what he tries to say, but it ends up being a groan and a cough. Arthur may or may not have a few cracked ribs and the sudden shock of pain causes him to cough more until he's dizzy with want of air. By then he's feeling worse, if possible, because he's aware of the heat and the sweat that's drenching him.
When he's able to keep his eyes open he looks over at Eames, scowling so deeply it's sure to give him wrinkles.]