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2/22/2016 12:37:07 PM
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[b]wheatley limps toward the infirmary on the [i]infinite,[/i] after fighting that alien excursion. His hair and hoodie, formerly white, are now stained red with blood. His mask drips blood as he makes his way down a hall, clutching his stomach which is now riddled with bullets[/b]
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[b]Jared is already there, getting a couple slugs removed from his arm[/b] "Shit man, you look like death
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[b]he walks through the door and collapsed onto the ground, a pool of stomach acids, blood and chunks of flesh surround expands from his stomach [/b]
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[b]He uses his keyblade to induce tissue regeneration in you, healing you[/b]
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Edited by Cosmic: 2/22/2016 2:00:43 PM[b]he tugs himself along by the floor to a hospital bed, leaving behind a trail of death[/b]
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[b]He then motions for security to move closer to you, restricting your access to escape routes[/b] "General precautions"
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"Bro I'm cleared. That shits behind me now."
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"Don't trust you"
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"Why would I attack you? You did literally nothing to me."
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"I saw your file, you did some bad shit man"
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"I assure you I committed to such action in the defense of myself and the innocent people around me"
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"Bullshit"
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"THATS WHAT THE FEDS SAID! They where delicious..."
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*Silver rushes up to him, analyzing the wounds and trying to treat them "Are you okay?"-Silver
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[b]he doesn't speak, he just turns his head to face him, his mask dripping blood that quite obviously was his own. He continues down the hall, thinking that he miiiight just live if he just made it through that door [/b]
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*he opens the door and helps him the rest of the way "You should really have asked for better armor."-Silver
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[b]he collapses to the ground, a pool of blood growing from his face and stomach. The medics ignore him. He crawls up to a wall, pulls out a needle and thread and begins sewing wounds shut, checking for a bullet in each wound using his sentient snake sword[/b]
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*Silver gets a medic and starts to help treat Wheatley's wounds, giving and disappointed look st the other medics
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[b]he has many gunshot wounds, a stomach acid leak into the rest of him, serious wounds to his lungs and his face is perpetually throwing up his own blood. after awhile, when they finish he immediately tries to get to his feet to assist with whatever needs doing, although obviously not physically capable to do anything[/b]
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[b]Calleach limps out of corridor to the left of you, with a large gash on his leg.[/b] "Hey, which way's the infirmary?"
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Edited by Cosmic: 2/22/2016 12:43:40 PM[b]he motions to the end of the hall he's limping down, in between gasps for air from under his mask [/b]
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[b]He walks towards him and helps him walk.[/b] "C'mon buddy, we're almost there."
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Edited by Cosmic: 2/22/2016 12:50:40 PM[b]he does the same, throwing your arm over his shoulder and walking toward the infirmary. He looks over to possibly get a better look at the guy and his wounds[/b]
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[b]His armor is blue, and he has another gash on his left arm, and a bullet wound scraping the left side of his torso.[/b] "They put up a helluva fight, eh?"
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"Yeah..." [b]he pulls the mask from his face and pukes, most of which is partially digested alien and blood of both himself and the aforementioned alien[/b]
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[b]He helps you onto a bed and calls over a med droid.[/b] "They'll fix you up."
