Re: The Dark Forest
He is fast, faster than a man of his size has any right to be, and he was running all out when he hits the tree. The trunk is shivered and despite the carbon fiber lacing, so does his collar bone. He twists in the air even as he starts to fall, landing on his back, the pistol still in hand.
The movement is one that he has done hundreds of times before, the speed blinding. The clip ejects from the gun and his left hand draws out a fresh one, slamming it into place, but for the first time, the clip falls to the ground. It takes .45 seconds for him to realize why, the ring and pinkie fingers from his left hand are gone along with part of his palm. The pain dampeners have kicked in and he ignores the tingling feeling. He doesn't reach for the fallen clip, instead drawing out a fresh one, fumbling with it just a bit as he tries to compensate for the missing fingers. The clip, covered in blood slides into place, the action of the pistol sliding closed, chambering another round.
A brush of his hand knocks the broken glasses from his face and his eyes scan darkness for any threats, the pistol held steady as he looks. He scans with thermal, low light and ultrasound and finally lowers the gun, reholstering it before it starts to tremble. He feels the pain as a slight tingling but his hand starts to shake from the blood loss. His body is compensating for the shock but he knows that he doesn't have much time.
He grabs trauma patch, reaching inside his shirt to place it over his heart, the best place for the drugs to get swiftly into his blood stream. He waits the 3.8 seconds for the coagulants to start to stem the blood flow before attempting to stand. The first attempt is a failure, the damage to his right knee, more severe than he had previously thought.
He had no choice but to stay there until he was able to fix at least some of the damage. He puts his back to the trunk of the shattered tree, his trembling hand reaching into his sling bag to pull out the doc box. It takes three tries for him to plug the box into his data jack and he turns his head to the side as the needles automatically insert themselves into his arteries. He forces his heart to slow down as the oxygenated flurocarbons start to replace the missing red blood cells. The doc box goes through quick diagnostic of his cyberware, checking each system for damage. There aren't enough of the nanites to properly affect the repairs needed so he directs them to his knee, trying to get himself up and moving. The data flow from the doc box tells him it will be 724 seconds until the minimal repairs will be complete but it will not be able to start them until the knee is properly aligned. The pain compensators are pushed beyond their limits when he grabs his knee and wrenches it back into place. He stifles the scream, but just.