15th Wish || Dende || Every Time He leaves the Mannor...

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende stirs,  waking up on the bridge after his brutal fight with Zarbon. Very slowly he pushes himself up with his good arm and looks around. His head is fuzzy and he is having a difficult time focusing.

He spots his vest robe neatly folded on the snow where he left them. Groggily he stumbles towards them, and slips the vest over his head. While all lethal injuries were regenerated while he passed out, he is still not in the clear yet. His most noticable injury would be his lack of an arm, and perhaps the bleeding spot on his forehead, the rest have been concealed by the robe for now.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his blackberry to call for help. Then the shame of not being able to protect the Dragon Balls he had been entrusted with washes over him. He glares at the blackberry and in a moment crushes it in his hand. There, Zarbon would be able to call and threaten him once he found out that the Dragon Balls wouldn't work without the password. He lets himself fall back onto the snow, it felt good on his aching head

((He's on one of the broken bridges, in case anyone is up for helping him~))

Comments

[In Person]

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[He removes his jacket and bunches it up to allow Dende to use it as a pillow to rest while Tom thinks of looking for help. It's apparent that his own small frame is a little outmatched in this case.]

I'll go find someone that can help you.

[In Person]

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende looks down at the coat before groggily looking back up at Tom]

But Tom, I'll get blood all over it...

Re: [In Person]

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

It's nylon. It'll wash out. Don't worry about it. I've got another one just like it back at the hotel room.

[Tom's ability as a cop was now being overshadowed by his kind nature.]

You need it more than I do right now. I'll go and get you some help.

Re: [In Person]

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende decided not to fight it. He was tired and needed to rest... and it did look mightly inviting. He allows himself to collapse with his head on the jacket. He begins to mumble out a 'thank you' but he slips out of conciousness before he manages to finish]