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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?

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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*

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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??

“What’s going… Holy — FLUG! Flug, are you alright??”

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“C,ca…carlos….?”

“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…

“Yep, that’s broken alright. How’d you manage that?”

Carlos was so busy trying not to straight up vomit from the pain that he almost didn’t hear the question. “I… buh, wha?” he murmured intelligently. “I… fuckin’… The dogs in that junkyard outside just spooked me an’ I jumped… over a car.”

He only remembered flashing lights as his ankle was hurt so badly that it knocked out his sight for a minute. He remembered being unable to control the shriek of pain, which now that he thought about it was probably what drew the Diamond City guards to his location. He remembered gunfire and flopping down on the ground as he tried to duck and cover while his whole leg seemed to be trying to kill him from pain alone.

He remembered being moved and all that jostling had not been a pleasant experience at all. It was a miracle though that he had been so close to Diamond City in the first place, he supposed. Would’ve been a better miracle if he hadn’t broken anything in the first place though.

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i tjink thaere’s still a nial in my headd

Damn… should I get the pliers, Max? Will.. will it hurt?

*he rubs the area he was hit, whincing slightly* will it hurt? probably..

Oh… um, okay. I… I’ll get my tools. And a water bottle – it should get cleaned up some too. Just.. just hang on.

*he nods and sits on the ground, still pretty out of of it*

*comes back* Okay… Okay, okay, let’s see what I’m working with here. Where… where is it, Max? Max? You with me, buddy?

*he groans slightly, tightly shutting his eyes* it’s fucking… *points to the side of his head* right here…

Okay… um… okay. Can you.. hold your hair out of the way?

*he nods and pulls his hair out of the way so Carlos could see the nail*

*he mails a gross noise. God, that… that is really in there. He takes a deep breath* Okay… gonna get some water on that first. *he opens the bottle and as gently as he can pours a small stream over the wound, trying to wash away blood so he can see it a little better*

*he doesn’t really react, he just sighs softly and closes his eyes*

*carlos snaps on a rubber glove from his pocket (he is a scientist after all and is always prepared) and he finishes cleaning as best as he can. He then gets his pliers.* Okay, um… I”m just gonna yank this out I guess. Max, do you… is there anything I should expect? Will you bleed some more? Or will you… will you die suddenly or… something?

i.. don’t think i’ll die, but i’ll probably bleed alot once it’s out… *he shrugs* but i’ve been wrong before so who fucking knows

Uh, um, then… I’ll try to be careful… God damn… *he takes a deep breath and reaches for the nail* This might hurt…

*he nods slightly, and holds as still as he can as he waits for this to be over*

*Carlos grabs the nail with the pliers and before he can talk himself out of it he yanks on it. Hard. It pops out almost too easily*

OW! SON OF A BITCH! *he puts a hand over the spot* t-thanks… *there was definitely alot of blood, but Max doesn’t seem to notice*

Oh, shit! Hang on! *he digs in his pocket for a tissue packet and pulls out a few of them. He moves Max’s hand and presses the wad of tissues to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.* Oh God, oh God, oh God… that’s so much…

what’s going on? so much of what? *worried child noise* d-did something go wrong?

I… I don’t know? The nail’s out, Max. But you’re bleeding a lot. I dunno if it’s because it’s a head wound… how are you feeling? Can you tell me?

i feel as numb as before but now i guess kinda cold ?? how much is alot?

Um… I’d say probably normal for a headwound. But I don’t know how deep the nail went. Do you have a healing factor? Or does it just… stop bleeding and sort of scar over?

i think i only heal really quick when i’m dead… i think i still have a healing potion though.. *he starts looking through his pockets, looks like the bleeding slowed abit*

You only heal when you’re dead? Um… alright… *he checks the compress before pushing it to the wound again* Hey, try not to move around too much, buddy.

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i tjink thaere’s still a nial in my headd

Damn… should I get the pliers, Max? Will.. will it hurt?

*he rubs the area he was hit, whincing slightly* will it hurt? probably..

Oh… um, okay. I… I’ll get my tools. And a water bottle – it should get cleaned up some too. Just.. just hang on.

*he nods and sits on the ground, still pretty out of of it*

*comes back* Okay… Okay, okay, let’s see what I’m working with here. Where… where is it, Max? Max? You with me, buddy?

*he groans slightly, tightly shutting his eyes* it’s fucking… *points to the side of his head* right here…

Okay… um… okay. Can you.. hold your hair out of the way?

*he nods and pulls his hair out of the way so Carlos could see the nail*

*he mails a gross noise. God, that… that is really in there. He takes a deep breath* Okay… gonna get some water on that first. *he opens the bottle and as gently as he can pours a small stream over the wound, trying to wash away blood so he can see it a little better*

*he doesn’t really react, he just sighs softly and closes his eyes*

*carlos snaps on a rubber glove from his pocket (he is a scientist after all and is always prepared) and he finishes cleaning as best as he can. He then gets his pliers.* Okay, um… I”m just gonna yank this out I guess. Max, do you… is there anything I should expect? Will you bleed some more? Or will you… will you die suddenly or… something?

i.. don’t think i’ll die, but i’ll probably bleed alot once it’s out… *he shrugs* but i’ve been wrong before so who fucking knows

Uh, um, then… I’ll try to be careful… God damn… *he takes a deep breath and reaches for the nail* This might hurt…

*he nods slightly, and holds as still as he can as he waits for this to be over*

*Carlos grabs the nail with the pliers and before he can talk himself out of it he yanks on it. Hard. It pops out almost too easily*

OW! SON OF A BITCH! *he puts a hand over the spot* t-thanks… *there was definitely alot of blood, but Max doesn’t seem to notice*

Oh, shit! Hang on! *he digs in his pocket for a tissue packet and pulls out a few of them. He moves Max’s hand and presses the wad of tissues to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.* Oh God, oh God, oh God… that’s so much…

what’s going on? so much of what? *worried child noise* d-did something go wrong?

I… I don’t know? The nail’s out, Max. But you’re bleeding a lot. I dunno if it’s because it’s a head wound… how are you feeling? Can you tell me?

i feel as numb as before but now i guess kinda cold ?? how much is alot?

Um… I’d say probably normal for a headwound. But I don’t know how deep the nail went. Do you have a healing factor? Or does it just… stop bleeding and sort of scar over?

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i tjink thaere’s still a nial in my headd

Damn… should I get the pliers, Max? Will.. will it hurt?

*he rubs the area he was hit, whincing slightly* will it hurt? probably..

Oh… um, okay. I… I’ll get my tools. And a water bottle – it should get cleaned up some too. Just.. just hang on.

*he nods and sits on the ground, still pretty out of of it*

*comes back* Okay… Okay, okay, let’s see what I’m working with here. Where… where is it, Max? Max? You with me, buddy?

*he groans slightly, tightly shutting his eyes* it’s fucking… *points to the side of his head* right here…

Okay… um… okay. Can you.. hold your hair out of the way?

*he nods and pulls his hair out of the way so Carlos could see the nail*

*he mails a gross noise. God, that… that is really in there. He takes a deep breath* Okay… gonna get some water on that first. *he opens the bottle and as gently as he can pours a small stream over the wound, trying to wash away blood so he can see it a little better*

*he doesn’t really react, he just sighs softly and closes his eyes*

*carlos snaps on a rubber glove from his pocket (he is a scientist after all and is always prepared) and he finishes cleaning as best as he can. He then gets his pliers.* Okay, um… I”m just gonna yank this out I guess. Max, do you… is there anything I should expect? Will you bleed some more? Or will you… will you die suddenly or… something?

i.. don’t think i’ll die, but i’ll probably bleed alot once it’s out… *he shrugs* but i’ve been wrong before so who fucking knows

Uh, um, then… I’ll try to be careful… God damn… *he takes a deep breath and reaches for the nail* This might hurt…

*he nods slightly, and holds as still as he can as he waits for this to be over*

*Carlos grabs the nail with the pliers and before he can talk himself out of it he yanks on it. Hard. It pops out almost too easily*

OW! SON OF A BITCH! *he puts a hand over the spot* t-thanks… *there was definitely alot of blood, but Max doesn’t seem to notice*

Oh, shit! Hang on! *he digs in his pocket for a tissue packet and pulls out a few of them. He moves Max’s hand and presses the wad of tissues to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.* Oh God, oh God, oh God… that’s so much…

what’s going on? so much of what? *worried child noise* d-did something go wrong?

I… I don’t know? The nail’s out, Max. But you’re bleeding a lot. I dunno if it’s because it’s a head wound… how are you feeling? Can you tell me?