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You would think they would treat a fallen warrior with some kind of respect, or at least have the common decency to assure they were dead before just throwing them to the forgotten whispers of kingdoms edge.
Tiso, unlike most who left the Colosseum this way. Was alive. Thought he was clinging to that strand of life. Despite. His breaths were slow and with each one he pulled more ash into his lungs. He gently coughs and weakly uses his hood to cover his mouth. His hands shook as he grasped onto the cloth in front of his mouth.
He knew he had to keep awake. Even the through of his folly in the Colosseum was drowned out by the prospect of surviving. He moves himself to a wall of the cliff he was thrown from.
He struggles to sit up. His hand moves the cloth from his mouth to aid in propping himself up.
"Come on..." he hissed, finally pressing his back to the cliff face.
As he sat he took a few breaths. Deeper breaths then the shallow ones he started with.
It was then he realized no one would come for him. That realization hit him hard. Seeing as he couldn't move or call for help. If he did call it would attract the infected, Sealing his fate. If he didn't try to alert someone, the same thing would happen. Only slower.
Tiso sighs and closes his eyes. His mind slowly trying to grasp what happened that landed him here. As he did close his eyes he felt the intense urge to sleep. To drift off.
He fought back but to no avail. Soon he lays, propped up against the cliff face.
Unconscious, Alive, and for the first time in his life, scared.