[Insert a selfie (boxfucker.jpg) of him with his leg trapped between the teeth of a chest-styled mimic. In good news, the mimic is probably dead, given the shotgun blasts to the lid and the blood oozing out of it. Bad news is his leg, all the way up to his thigh, is still in its jaws.
There's a building in the background; it's the armory.]
[ w e l l. that's disgusting. but the thing is dead and she is available. as long as she just... avoids panicking too badly. ]
Apply pressure to the wound, I'll be five minutes. [ there's no time to waste and she can at least keep things under control long enough to call someone who can heal. Brb grabbing an emergency kit. ]
Could always bring the hulk... [ but really she can... probably? wrench that apart? maybe. the strength part of the deal wasn't nearly as well-trained as the speed part. ]
My lips'd be sealed if you were going to die. [ she has had quite enough of people dying lately, thanks. so let's get to assessing that injury. and trying to free your leg, eh ]
[ have one right back. it is a good job her mentor is a hardass and her coworkers are perfectionists. ]
Got plenty of experience with both. [ because making stupid comments is exactly what everyone needs when being patched up long enough to go to the clinic and get healed properly, yeah?
also, guess who brought the morphine? Awww, yiiis. Not that there's nearly enough to completely numb the pain of something like this. ] Christ, I miss the good supplies. [ When will her clinic supplies enter through the door...? ]
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aaaayyyyy <3
... Where are you?
Bleeding out with style: the Hancock way
[Insert a selfie (boxfucker.jpg) of him with his leg trapped between the teeth of a chest-styled mimic. In good news, the mimic is probably dead, given the shotgun blasts to the lid and the blood oozing out of it. Bad news is his leg, all the way up to his thigh, is still in its jaws.
There's a building in the background; it's the armory.]
classy ass motherfucking bleeding
Apply pressure to the wound, I'll be five minutes. [ there's no time to waste and she can at least keep things under control long enough to call someone who can heal. Brb grabbing an emergency kit. ]
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shit getting blood all over my phone
[He's probably laughing on his end. It's the blood loss.]
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Any other injuries? [ it is time to be all business while she runs. welp. ]
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Hope you're bringing a crowbar
tfln means what 4th wall right
Clearly. I don't make the rules, man.
I'll take whatever chems you've got
You are bringing chems right
[Losing a lot of blood, so no time for punctuation or question marks.]
\m/
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[Shit, capslock.
Shit, he can't feel his leg and this hurts like hell.
Shit.]
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> action i guess
My lips'd be sealed if you were going to die. [ she has had quite enough of people dying lately, thanks. so let's get to assessing that injury. and trying to free your leg, eh ]
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Good. Knew I could trust you with a delicate matter like life and death.
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Got plenty of experience with both. [ because making stupid comments is exactly what everyone needs when being patched up long enough to go to the clinic and get healed properly, yeah?
also, guess who brought the morphine? Awww, yiiis. Not that there's nearly enough to completely numb the pain of something like this. ] Christ, I miss the good supplies. [ When will her clinic supplies enter through the door...? ]
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[That means bring on the morphine.]
You got any ideas on how to pry this thing off, or are we taking it with us? Doesn't really match my outfit, I've gotta admit.
[Apparently, making stupid comments is exactly what everyone needs in times of crisis.]