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Ariv: "Well alright," Ariv sighed. "I didn't want to give you stitches without some numbing thing of sorts, but if you are so reluctant to use the syringes, I suppose it will be fine." George: Supporting Chris in his arms, George grumbled angrily. "Well at least he doesn't have a gun pointed at his damn head," George hissed. "Thanks for doing that to him by the way. Soooo kind and gentle of you!" |
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I am a little frustrated but fine other than that!! :) |
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Alastor: he froze completely contemplating his options. "Just give me some painkillers... I don't need stitches....." that was an obvious lie, although he wasn't a fan of a needle being stuck into his already hurting body.
Chris: he was putting most of his body weight onto George, since he was unconscious. Hey, Chris was originally supposed to try and kill you. And the gun only had one bullet in it what are the chanc- the gun fell to the ground, hitting the trigger as it went down and fired into the wall leaving a hole where the bullet went through. Oops. |
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Ariv: "Well, that's where you're wrong," Ariv retorted without missing a beat. "You, in fact, do need stitches and you are getting them one way or other. So I will ask again, do you want a sedative, tranquilizer, or perhaps neither?" George: "When you look up the definition of an asshole," George growled before placing Chris on his bed and turning off the blaring music so George could actually think straight, "I hope you find a picture of your face." |
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Alastor: he grumbled to himself pulling his body Farther away from Ariv. "No! I'm not getting stitches! I'd rather bleed out!! You're probably just going to wait till I'm out and ship me off to some testing facility anyways!!"
Chris: he laid limp on the bed, his makeup smudging onto the blankets and sheets. Nah, it was just a picture of a dog with an anus instead of a head. Pill bottles were thrown about, pills spilled out of most of them. It looked as though he tried to take his medication but chickened out. Most of them antipsychotics and antidepressants.
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Ariv: "What are you even-?? Alright fine, I won't put anything in you, but please at the very least let me bandage you up," Ariv grumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Please, Alastor...?" George: George picked up the remaining pills, eyeing them and then Chris. Shoving the pills in his pocket while he shoulders slumped, George flopped onto the bed beside Chris with a sigh. |
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Alastor: he shook his head again wrapping his arms around himself, the bleeding hadn't clotted at all. That was partially due to the fact that he had to thin the blood to be able to feed on it, so it wasn't able to actually form clots as long as Alastor was in the body.
Chris: he sniffled, grabbing on to a blanket and pulling it towards him. He still wasn't fully conscious, everything around him was loud and blurry. He now had a headache. |
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Ariv: "Well it's bandages or stitches," Ariv enforced, folding his arms. "Take your pick Alastor because you are getting one of them." George: George pulled Chris towards him and placed the blanket over them both. "Get some rest," George mumbled. "You need it." |
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Alastor: "no! I like having my guts exposed to the elements!!" He huffed crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm not letting you touch me with anything other then your hands!!"
Chris: he whined squirming around. "No, no sleep. My head hurts... I'm hungry, my throats dry." He paused shuffling closer to George and laying his head on his chest. "You smell good." |
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