Except Richie is absolutely unqualified to tend to these wounds. Maybe once Jiaoqiu comes around to consciousness later, post treatment and most certainly bandaged as hell, he will find that Richie has posted up beside him, reading a book with a pinch in his brow.]
like three people have been like WAS THIS AN IT CYOA and i laughed so bad at it. anyway, he's here! gives you a general wound overview: he has like, stab wounds everywhere. it's his shoulder, his legs, and in his stomach. they look like someone was trying to run him through with a sword with the shoulder and stomach, but the legs are more shallow, thinner. one of his arms is just absolutely useless - a gouge near the inner elbow/forearm, something that looks like it was made with some sort of sharp teeth. it's messy. there's also some sort of gouge-y bite wound on his shoulder, too.
he's got slash marks across his face, too. kind of claw like. and his left ear is ripped in half - it's missing the top half of it, so he's just got half an ear. all of this is bandaged, as much as it can be.
after a while, he wakes up, staring at the ceiling. he does not seem to notice richie is there... ? ]
[SIZ WAS ON MY ASS TOO WHAT THE HELL. Meanwhile i googled the car you listed and found out there's a camaro featured in percy jackson and now i suspect ty mod-ran for you
Richie does notice, after a time. Putting the book down and once again looking at all this HATEFUL GORE you have enacted upon our boy.]
Hey. Jiaoqiu.
[He gets to his feet so he can look at him proper. Smiling, though he feels very little to be cheery about.]
The sudden jump spooks him, and for a moment Richie wonders if his presence might be doing more harm than good. Nobody came back from these things with their heads fully on their shoulders. Then the man settles and uses his name, and he looses a sigh of relief.]
Hey. Yeah, it's me. [He smiles down at him.] You remember where you are?
Well, Yves thinks he's fine, but he's really not. Siffrin seems a bit agitated, but still badly injured. And Marcoh could barely talk when I visited him. No wonder, considering his neck...
[Richie's lips thin.]
It's bad. They're well patched up, but my god, you four must have been through hell. Are you feeling steady? I can grab a painkiller if you like.
[Richie watches his face closely. Fishing for the threads of what's frayed too far and what's needing to be teased out. His hand won't move away either. Not until he's given the brush off for real.]
Was it in you the whole time? Or just near the end, with the crash?
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Except Richie is absolutely unqualified to tend to these wounds. Maybe once Jiaoqiu comes around to consciousness later, post treatment and most certainly bandaged as hell, he will find that Richie has posted up beside him, reading a book with a pinch in his brow.]
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like three people have been like WAS THIS AN IT CYOA and i laughed so bad at it. anyway, he's here! gives you a general wound overview: he has like, stab wounds everywhere. it's his shoulder, his legs, and in his stomach. they look like someone was trying to run him through with a sword with the shoulder and stomach, but the legs are more shallow, thinner. one of his arms is just absolutely useless - a gouge near the inner elbow/forearm, something that looks like it was made with some sort of sharp teeth. it's messy. there's also some sort of gouge-y bite wound on his shoulder, too.
he's got slash marks across his face, too. kind of claw like. and his left ear is ripped in half - it's missing the top half of it, so he's just got half an ear. all of this is bandaged, as much as it can be.
after a while, he wakes up, staring at the ceiling. he does not seem to notice richie is there... ? ]
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Richie does notice, after a time. Putting the book down and once again looking at all this HATEFUL GORE you have enacted upon our boy.]
Hey. Jiaoqiu.
[He gets to his feet so he can look at him proper. Smiling, though he feels very little to be cheery about.]
Welcome back.
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he startles terribly when he hears richie's voice, looking in his direction. a beat, and then: ]
Hello. [ he sounds hesitant, at first, and then like he's shaking cobwebs away: ] Richie?
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The sudden jump spooks him, and for a moment Richie wonders if his presence might be doing more harm than good. Nobody came back from these things with their heads fully on their shoulders. Then the man settles and uses his name, and he looses a sigh of relief.]
Hey. Yeah, it's me. [He smiles down at him.] You remember where you are?
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[ a beat. ]
Which would follow, logically speaking. Are - how are the others?
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[Richie's lips thin.]
It's bad. They're well patched up, but my god, you four must have been through hell. Are you feeling steady? I can grab a painkiller if you like.
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a violent flood of guilt that rushes over his face when he mentions marcoh not being able to talk.
silence, for a long moment. and then he curls his tail a little closer to him and shakes his head. ]
... I don't need anything. [ maybe it's better to be in pain for a while. ]
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[Okay no absolutely not. Taking a seat half off the edge of his mattress, looking down at him furrowed brows.]
Tell me what happened, will you? I know it's rough. These things are always rough. You can lay it on me, it's no trouble.
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Their injuries are my fault. [ he glances down at his hands. ] Marcoh can't speak because of me.
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[Gently, putting a hand over his if he'll let him.]
Something got in your head?
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Yes. I caused the car crash. [ he drags in a breath. ] Whatever it was refused to let them go without a fight.
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Was it in you the whole time? Or just near the end, with the crash?
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[He looks down to their conjoined hands. Wondering what he could say that wouldn't seem trite, or obvious.]
I don't know that they would hold it against you, JQ. Even if whatever spells are on you four are lingering.
Still, it's...cruel. For whatever it was to use you, especially. When all you do is help people.