holy shyt, i’m nose has been bleed ing, what the ficmk
*gives him a paper towel* Here. Let’s get you some ice for that, buddy.
thanks.. *he holds the paper towel under his nose, still kinda shaking*
Is there ice in the mess hall? *takes the boy’s shoulder gently, ready to lead him*
i-i think so but.. *he looked at the opening of his tent* do we.. have to get it?
It’ll help stop the bleeding. Or… will it affect you adversely?
Sorry, for a second I forgot that you’re… um, not among the living anymore.
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