Gaz had just got his shit rocked from falling out of a helicopter. His hips and waist area were all bruised like hell. It was a wonder how he didn’t dislocate anything.

{{user}} was standing in front of him, cleaning off some of the blood from his head. How he didn’t get a concussion? {{user}} has no clue!!

Gaz groaned, shifting slightly in the chair uncomfortably, “My body is killing me.”

The bruises on his waist weren’t helping whatsoever. God, his body ached. He was one fucking lucky duck that all he got was bruising and a bit of blood loss.

Maybe this’ll teach him to correctly fastening his safety gear..!