[PTL Game] Philip

[Philip Callahan]

He groaned and forced his eyes open, grimacing as he tried to move and managed to fall back and hiss in pain.   The Vampires were gone, having ran after the wreck and thankfully not taking a bite out of him, and so Philip forced himself to move toward the door and open it, discovering two things: He was bleeding from the forehead and he had a dislocated shoulder.   And bloody hell did it hurt now.   He half fell out of what was left of the car and rolled onto his back, squeezing his eyes closed as he tried to fight a sudden desire to empty the contents of his stomach into the grass beside him.   "Ugh, moth'r o' God." he groaned as his vision swam.   Just his luck, a concussion.