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Who: Apt C, NOSY INSOMNIACS.
When: Day 28/29, really really late night or ass o'clock in the morning.
Where: Apt C.
What: GDIT AELLA.

[If the thunk of a body collapsing against the door wasn't enough to wake you up, maybe the ragged, gasping yelp of complaint as she manages to get it open and topples through it will be.]

Gh… G-Guys—attempted murder- sucks balls..!

[She's a mess of blood and bruising, covered in gashes—several bone deep—and with a stab wound straight through her right shoulder. A few broken ribs completes the pretty picture.]

(OOC: Tag amongst each other, guys!)

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[M-Man what is standing up even… Stumbles a step forward before her legs finally give out.]

Urk!

Dash, that look does not favor you.

[goes over]

[As he approaches, her legs finally give out. Hiiiisssss—and winces, coughing up a spatter of blood]

G-Gee, y'think?

[BEAR FLICKER BEAR FLICKER o-oh no she's falling perhaps I, the tiny traumatised 12 year old, can catch her!]

[GOOD LUCK WITH THAT. Aella actually tries to catch herself, and push Goldi back, but then there's a distraction in the form of COUGHING UP BLOOD…

At least it isn't much?]

[catches]

Perhaps the gods can heal you.

W… Worry 'bout that later—psycho statue…

[Leans against him kind of heavily]

[Why are you bleeding from everywhere n-noooo. Going quiet and serious]

Sit down. Do we have any medical supplies?

I believe I shall choose to worry about you now.

Psycho statue!

Let it come.

[You are so obnoxious and I don't even have the energy to argue. Just. Snarls and presses a hand against her shoulder, trying to stem the blood flow.]

[On her knees is the place to beeeee.

Presses her hand hard against her wounded shoulder, and takes a moment to breathe (quick and shallow) before she answers.] Bandages—there… th'rest... there...

[Gestures as best she can. HELPFULLY.]

[Running to get the bandages, coming back and looking over her injuries]

[I am obnoxious yes]

[let's try carrying you to the shrine room :|a]

[And that earns him a very loud yelp of protest and pain.]

No. H-Heron... Idiot, y'need to go check- if I was followed...

Edited 2012-03-05 13:08 (UTC)

[Ssssso much blood and bleeding, and she's obviously having trouble breathing… and focusing, now that the adrenalin is fading. The gashes are everywhere: legs, arms, sides, and there's even a cut on her cheek.]

. . . All right. I'll stand guard.

Edited 2012-03-05 13:14 (UTC)

These are so deep, you will need to see a proper doctor. Perhaps stitches... [Doing what she can, at least trying to stop the bleeding and clean her up.]

[tiny, ragged laugh]

John's a doctor.

[pats him on the head clumsily]

[don't mind the blood]

I shall wake him.

[I can totally help first aid you by using his own cloak or something to stem the blood. At least until someone else takes over.]

[AWESOME and I will just... try to stay conscious. It's harder than it looks.]

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