*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]