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Let it never be said that Garrus Vakarian went down without a fight. Even in his bleeding out state, he made his way directly for the gun room. He registered Kaidan taking the elevator, so Garrus found the stairs instead. His vision was already blurred by the time he reached the console, but he didn't need to see straight to register the glaring red flashes of emergency warnings. He grabbed some medigel from one last unopened pack on his now unused weapons workbench. Slapping it on, he shook his head and set to work.
Just as he was starting to get things back up and running after many tense moments of furious finger-scrambling across consoles, the Normandy veered hard. In good health, Garrus would have stayed standing with little problem and some curses yelled in the vague direction of the cockpit. But his injuries were significant, no matter how much he'd been trying to deny them, and he went sprawling across the room as he lost his footing.
There was a flash, he could have sworn. Did a console short? He had to get up. He reached out for the nearest surface, smearing a blue hand print across the wall. There was another lurch and he slipped, colliding with the floor. Something's not right... he thought as he tried to push himself up again. His energy had been sapped from him in the crash, and he slumped back down again. The air felt heavy and dark. It felt dark. His last move was to reach for the comm activation on his armor.
"Everyone alright?" he asked, his voice gravely and lethargic. There was no time to wait for a response before unconsciousness swept over him and his head lulled.
Just as he was starting to get things back up and running after many tense moments of furious finger-scrambling across consoles, the Normandy veered hard. In good health, Garrus would have stayed standing with little problem and some curses yelled in the vague direction of the cockpit. But his injuries were significant, no matter how much he'd been trying to deny them, and he went sprawling across the room as he lost his footing.
There was a flash, he could have sworn. Did a console short? He had to get up. He reached out for the nearest surface, smearing a blue hand print across the wall. There was another lurch and he slipped, colliding with the floor. Something's not right... he thought as he tried to push himself up again. His energy had been sapped from him in the crash, and he slumped back down again. The air felt heavy and dark. It felt dark. His last move was to reach for the comm activation on his armor.
"Everyone alright?" he asked, his voice gravely and lethargic. There was no time to wait for a response before unconsciousness swept over him and his head lulled.
