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[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I need a healer, right now...

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[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

...

You

[blesschild.livejournal.com]

Hm?

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

So I wasn't seeing things before. What are you doing here?

[blesschild.livejournal.com]

Collecting.

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

...[looking from him to Lina and back]

Collecting what exactly?

[blesschild.livejournal.com]

[nods to Lina]

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

...

[goes to her, kneeling down besides her, resting the back of his hand on her cheek]

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

*looks up* Asch...?

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

...

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

I...

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

...[takes a deep breath]

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

Stomach. *an lo, there is a large branch in it*

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

!!!

[oh fuck...] ... [carefully pulls her head onto his lap, just...staring in horror at her stomach]

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

Fell... Asch... *frightened*

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

[grits his teeth] ... [pulls her body gently closer to him, pulling out that branch might end up killing her and he...he just can't find any possible way to help her without making it worst]

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

*makes a pained noise, bleeding more freely now that the branch is no longer damming the wound]

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

tch...[sees that, taking off his coat and veeery carefully removes the branch the rest of the way and wraps his coat around the wound to try and stop it from bleeding so much]

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

*whimpering*

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

[pinches the bridge of his nose, thinking] ...

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

O-okay...

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

...[as carefully and as gently as he can do it, he picks her up and starts moving out of the forest]

[blesschild.livejournal.com]

[follows]

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

[soon as they were out, he moves in the direction of where his room was, not liking that this "asch" was following him]

[blesschild.livejournal.com]

Close.

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

...

[reaches his room, and gently places her down on the bed, moving away to check the drawers for some gels]