Literature
Clockwork: Gaz and Christian - Choke
Legs crumpling, he scrabbled at the brick behind him, barely managing to find purchase before he slumped back against the wall. Using it to support his weight, he hung his head and coughed hoarsely, not even remotely surprised when blood splattered the cobblestone at his feet. If anything, he regarded it with a resigned familiarity; more like seeing an old, unwelcome friend than his own life staining the ground.
Footsteps clicked towards him and he let himself slide down the wall, sitting heavily on the wet stone. The brim of his hat hid his assailant from view, but it was futile to try and avoid looking at them; not that he would want to.