That’s because you are dying. *dials 911*
it’s cold and it burns and oh god why did i do that-
I warned you!! Is there an anon in the house??
I know, I’m an idiot.. a fool… a dying fool..
God – I’ve only done one throat-transplant surgery and that was years ago on myself! Ugh! What am I going to do?
You could.. lemme die…? ‘nd.. beg anons to give you a heal- h-healing potion.. or a revive- revival potion?
A potion? (Anon gave him one here)
That’s because you are dying. *dials 911*
it’s cold and it burns and oh god why did i do that-
I warned you!! Is there an anon in the house??
I know, I’m an idiot.. a fool… a dying fool..
God – I’ve only done one throat-transplant surgery and that was years ago on myself! Ugh! What am I going to do?
That’s because you are dying. *dials 911*
it’s cold and it burns and oh god why did i do that-
I warned you!! Is there an anon in the house??
A short video on the mummification process. From the Getty Museum.
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*he was upset to see his hoodie in a rubbish bag but shrugged it off and got up* yeah, it has been awhile..
We’ll do that, then we can run the laundry at the mat.
*he nods slightly, forcing a small smile* o-okay..
How are you feeling? Can you… should you be standing up?
pppprobably not? but when’s the last time that stopped me..
Sit down, Max… we’re not in a hurry. Here… *he moves and picks up a plastic waterbottle, offering it to Max*
*he just holds the water bottle, looking at the ground* a-alright..
*Carlos frowned* Hey…. Max? Talk to me – what’s bothering you?
just.. thinking about everything again i guess.. t-this is the first time in awhile that someone actually cared that i died..
*Carlos was shocked by that.* Oh… Oh… I see.
*he nods, looking at the bottle* th-these things happen i guess..
They shouldn’t though. You dying.. that’s not something that should happen.
yet it does again and again and again… *he trails off* i don’t blame them though, even i’m used to it at this point…
Max… stop. Even if you don’t blame them, I absolutely do! They’re picking on a kid – abusing their magic to hurt a ten-year-old. That is not okay!
*he was upset to see his hoodie in a rubbish bag but shrugged it off and got up* yeah, it has been awhile..
We’ll do that, then we can run the laundry at the mat.
*he nods slightly, forcing a small smile* o-okay..
How are you feeling? Can you… should you be standing up?
pppprobably not? but when’s the last time that stopped me..
Sit down, Max… we’re not in a hurry. Here… *he moves and picks up a plastic waterbottle, offering it to Max*
*he just holds the water bottle, looking at the ground* a-alright..
*Carlos frowned* Hey…. Max? Talk to me – what’s bothering you?
just.. thinking about everything again i guess.. t-this is the first time in awhile that someone actually cared that i died..
*Carlos was shocked by that.* Oh… Oh… I see.
*he nods, looking at the bottle* th-these things happen i guess..
They shouldn’t though. You dying.. that’s not something that should happen.
*yeah pretty much, we could probably just skip the waiting part if you want-*
*Carlos couldn’t stand doing nothing. He bundled up Max in his bloody coat (Making sure to cover his face) and carried him back to his mobile lab. He lay Max down and began to clean and bandage his wounds as best as he could. He wasn’t going to go to the hospital with a “dead” child – people would have questions*
*as Carlos cleaned the stab wounds, he noticed how many other cuts and scraps Max had, most of which were on his arms… a few minutes after Carlos finished patching him up, he awoke with a gasp, shaking and panting softly as he looked around*
*Carlos was startled and he dropped the first aid kit he was putting away. He looked at Max with wide eyes and quickly rushed to his side.* Oh thank God! I was worried – are you okay, Max? How are you feeling??
*yeah pretty much, we could probably just skip the waiting part if you want-*
*Carlos couldn’t stand doing nothing. He bundled up Max in his bloody coat (Making sure to cover his face) and carried him back to his mobile lab. He lay Max down and began to clean and bandage his wounds as best as he could. He wasn’t going to go to the hospital with a “dead” child – people would have questions*
where to get mote bandages
Country and livestock stores. Gauze, wraps and ointment – it’s all the same thing, just cheaper because it’s marketed for animals instead of people.
really? huh.. well, let’s hope i can get to one of those stores before i bleed out-
Wait, what?? *Immediately pulls off his labcoat and wads it up.* Where are you bleeding from??
oh you don’t have to do that, i’ll pass out and die soon enough so it’s alright.. also the stabs are spread out
Saying that you’ll die is the OPPOSITE of alright, Max! How did this happen??
anon stabbed me six times.. *he coughs up blood into his hand* b-but it’s what i de-deserve..
No – NO, it’s not, Max! People don’t deserve to get stabbed, okay? *Carlos tries to press the labcoat into the bloody parts of Max’s body, trying to help as best as he can*
*he looked down at Carlos’ coat, frowning* i-i do though… yo-you should go before i actually.. you know…
No, Max, you don’t. Ugh, God… Why the hell did they even do that?
*he stumbles slightly* ca-cause i’m a freak of na-nature..!
That’s a stupid-ass reason. It’s a miracle you’re still around, Max! Try to relax… *there was so much blood. Too much – Carlos wondered if Max WAS going to die in front of him.*
hard to re-relax when you’re bleeding out.. *he coughs again, almost falling over* if-if you ever die, don’t di-die by blood loss…
What… should I do, Max? *Carlos can’t save him.He knows he can’t. Dammit…*
wait.. i guess… *his breathing slows as he falls over*
*Carlos is still sitting there with his coat pressed into the wounds of Max’s body. He didn’t know what to do. Just… sit there? Wait for something to happen?*
where to get mote bandages
Country and livestock stores. Gauze, wraps and ointment – it’s all the same thing, just cheaper because it’s marketed for animals instead of people.
really? huh.. well, let’s hope i can get to one of those stores before i bleed out-
Wait, what?? *Immediately pulls off his labcoat and wads it up.* Where are you bleeding from??
oh you don’t have to do that, i’ll pass out and die soon enough so it’s alright.. also the stabs are spread out
Saying that you’ll die is the OPPOSITE of alright, Max! How did this happen??
anon stabbed me six times.. *he coughs up blood into his hand* b-but it’s what i de-deserve..
No – NO, it’s not, Max! People don’t deserve to get stabbed, okay? *Carlos tries to press the labcoat into the bloody parts of Max’s body, trying to help as best as he can*
*he looked down at Carlos’ coat, frowning* i-i do though… yo-you should go before i actually.. you know…
No, Max, you don’t. Ugh, God… Why the hell did they even do that?
*he stumbles slightly* ca-cause i’m a freak of na-nature..!
That’s a stupid-ass reason. It’s a miracle you’re still around, Max! Try to relax… *there was so much blood. Too much – Carlos wondered if Max WAS going to die in front of him.*
hard to re-relax when you’re bleeding out.. *he coughs again, almost falling over* if-if you ever die, don’t di-die by blood loss…
What… should I do, Max? *Carlos can’t save him.He knows he can’t. Dammit…*
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