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[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[sitting outside a door, covered in blood, and mumbling to himself. Add in a strangely flushed look, glazed eyes, smell of vomit, the fact some of that blood is freshly oozing from his pores... oops, I think someone poisoned himself]

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[fononfailure]

..idiot. [ turns his head so the blood can drip into his mouth. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[can't move except to lick his lips]

[fononfailure]

[ she'll just sit there like that, then. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[closes his eyes]

[fononfailure]

...you're going to be okay, Asch.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[still licking his lips]

[fononfailure]

[ sighs, flexing her hand. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[shifts, one arm not moving]

[fononfailure]

....

[ prods along that arm. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[it was sliced and stabbed]

[fononfailure]

..shouldn't be surprised. [ rests a hand on the injury and starts trying to heal it. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

More... Luke...

[fononfailure]

Alright. [ bites her lip as she directs her attention to her wrist, making the wound larger. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[shifts slightly]

[fononfailure]

[ winces as she holds it over him. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[leans up, slightly]

[fononfailure]

[ lifts her hand away from his lips. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[just follows, mindlessly]

[fononfailure]

[ rests her other hand on his chest to keep him there. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[pushes weakly against her hand]

[fononfailure]

[ that's where he's going to stay until he's had enough blood. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[finally relaxes back, looking slightly better]

[fononfailure]

[ pulls her hands back, rubbing the one wrist. ] ...you recognize me now?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[fononfailure]

Okay. You should get back to your room.