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[RP] The Omnicide Reality
Frenchfry:
"Dammit, Spock, I'm a Thai Boxer, not a field medic!"
Stefan backed away from Calx's immobile body. Pain relief was doable with breathing, to a point.
No amount of breathing properly can relieve the pain of being awake while someone tears a chunk of metal out of your ribcage.
Silver:
Nex grabs her rifle with her bloodied hands, and takes a swing at Calx's head again, putting him down for the second time.
I...I p-panicked. she says, breathing heavily. She slumps to the floor, blood trickling down the side of the M25.
Frenchfry:
Stefan looked at Nex, then back at Calx. He was bleeding. A lot.
"Well, Miss Nex, I think it in Calx's best interest that you bandage up that wound on his chest before he bleeds to death."
Silver:
She gives a nod, and picks the bandages up, wrapping it around him tightly. The bleeding slowed siginificantly, but it would have to be changed in a few hours.
Her work done, she leans back, balancing on her hands. The sting reminded her of what she tried to do not moments before, and she proceeded to tend to her own wounds. Tying the bandages off, she stands and returns them to the bathroom.
Frenchfry:
With Calx out cold and Nex in the other room, Astrid and Stefan were left alone.
"Uh... Stefan? Does Nex have any paper towels?"
"I don't know. Why, did you- ew...."
Calx's blood was caked along Astrid's arms and shirt. Stefan checked his hands. His wraps were ruined, that was for sure. There were cuts going along each of his palms, but by the feel of things, he hadn't cut anything important.
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