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"Let's hurry my arm is tingling."
"Let's hurry my arm is tingling."
“Mmk. Sit down.” (I’m assuming they’re next to the bag)
(Yeep)
Tyson plopped down. "Don't cut my sweatshirt open."
(Wait so where is the wound?
Like on the exposed part of his arm? .-.
And the blood dripped onto his sleeve or…?)
(It's on his latterarm
You know
it's like your forearm
except it's where your bicep is)
(Oh.
Okay.
Wait how is that bleeding?)
(It ripped his sweatshirt
it's happened to my mom before)
(Okie dokie.)
“Well there are two options.” Lucille shrugged, sitting down.
"Shoot."
“Cut it or take it off.”
"mY ARM???"
“No, I meant your sweatshirt. Idiot.”
"Oh…" Tyson blushed. "I would prefer to take it off."
(That was really funny.
”mY ARM???”)
“Then proceed to do so.” Lucille said, turning to the bag and looking for a first aid kit.
(Thank you
I sat here cackling my head off)
"Time to freeze to death." Tyson began to take his sweatshirt off, cringing at the pain in his arm.
“Use the blanket to cover yourself and the other arm that’s not bleeding. But don’t get any blood on it. Blood is a pain to get out.”
"You sound like my mom." Tyson worked at pulling his sweatshirt off.
“Because women know.”
Tyson rolled his eyes. "Yeah right." He shivered. "Gimme the blanket."
“Tell Gerard to, I’m looking for the first aid kit.”
(I forgot about Gee ;-;)
Tyson pulled the bag over. 'Gee, we need a first aid kit."
Gerard poked his head out of the bag. 'A what?"
“A first aid kit.” Lucille boredly repeated.
(Yeah, my boyfriend is gushing blood out of his arm, lemme just boredly repeat a request to a talking snake)
Gerard disappeared back into the bag and emerged with a small kit in his mouth. "This it?"
(Yes.
Exactly.
Lucille 100%)
“Yep, Thanks.” Lucille said, taking the kit.
Tyson felt like puking. The blood. It was warm and sticky.
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