“Jesus – what the hell… Flug, I’m going to help you. I’m going to help you, Flug, don’t – don’t move, okay? Hold- hold on!”
“I’m…okay,” he panted. “I…I…will be…”
“Just hang on, bud, I – I’m going to look around for some stuff.” Carlos went to search through the lab, looking for anything that could be of some help to him: Clean towels, chemicals used in first-aid, tape… He got what he could carry and brought it back to Flug’s side. He took one of the towels and looked over Flug’s body. “Where… where are you bleeding from?” There was just so much blood…
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