@ScarletAndHerSides
“That’s not good.”
(SLY I SWEAR-)
“That’s not good.”
(SLY I SWEAR-)
(LOL YOU BET YOU'RE BARNACLES I'M BACK)
(HEY SLY WASSUP
tYSON BETTER BE A OK KIDDO
HIS LEGS BETTER BE A OKAY TOO.)
(LOL YOU WISH)
"I think I stepped on a landmine…." He sat up a little. "Oh there's a chunk missing."
“Yeah I can see that. Lay back down.” Lucille said.
(sLYYYYYYYY NOOOOooo ;A;)
Tyson did as she told him. He grimaced as she cut his pant leg open to see the wound. "Is it bad? It's bad isn't it…"
“Better than I expected, you’ll live.”
"Good." He sighed. "I don't think the other guy made it though…."
“Geez you idiot, watch your step.” Lucille grumbled.
"Sorry. I couldn't really see where I was going." Tyson's eyes widened. "WHAT IF THERE'S SHRAPNEL IN THERE?"
“Shrap what?” Lucille asked, furrowing her eyebrows. This was going to take a while to clean up.
"Shrapnel. The stuff that's thrown out by the explosion."
“Pfft I knew that. What if there’s shrapnel in where?”
"In my leg. From the fricking explosion Lu."
“Right, sorry.” Lucille said, wincing a little, “You’ll be glad to hear there’s none.”
(yA HEAR THAT SLY
THERES NONE
LITTLE TYTY ISNT NOT DYING FROM A SHRAPNEL INFECTION
OR GETTJNG AN AMPUTATION.)
(OH YOU WANNA BET)
Tyson cringed. "You sure? Maybe Harvey should check it out…"
“Maybe, I.. Yeah.” Lucille nodded.
(wELL MAYBE I SHOULD MAKE LUCILLE HAVE SOME FOREIGN DISEASE DO TYSON ISNT THE ONLY ONE GETTING HURT)
(THAT SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN
THROW MORE ANGST IN)
Harvey popped up from his sorting. "Did someone say my name?"
(nO TYSON IS GONNA BE A OK)
“Yeah…”
(I GTG SORRY MATE)
(AW OKAY BYE CYA)
(I GTG FOR THE DAY)
(Sorry, I was swimming. Cya tomorrow.)
(GOOD MORNING)
(gOOD AFTERNOON.)
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