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3/3/2016 12:58:00 AM
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"Ummm okay..."
[b]he chucks the comb down the hall and picks him up, running toward the medical area[/b]
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[b]he noticed the blood was attached to his hand before lifting him from the puddle, Wheatley watched the blood crystallize and change into a chain[/b]
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[b]he doesn't care and keeps running toward the medbay, just at the end of a hall[/b]
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[b]he seemed a bit out of it from the blood loss and possible insanity[/b] Keep the vet away from me..those bastards are heartless. So many needles
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[b]he stops right in front of the door, contemplating for a moment before turning around and bursting into a nearby room[/b] "TARAAAAAA!" [b]no response. He puts you down on a bunk and looks you over for wounds[/b]
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[b]nothing seems external but perhaps its internal[/b] Hey..where the hell are we going? This better not be your way to get with me because I will castrate you with the hottest peppers in existence
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"STOP. PUTTING. THESE. IMAGES. IN MY. MIND. I'm trying to help you, what hurts... And I'm sorry about this." [b]he pulls a dagger from his shirt pocket and slices him slowly down the middle to check for internal injury.[/b]
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[b]The heart wasn't even beating and he was slowly falling asleep even though he was cut open [/b]
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"HEY! Stay with me here. What hurts? I know your dead but I don't really know how to help you if you can't tell me what's up... Damn it Caroline, you couldn't have taught me anything?"
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[b]after closer examination there was actually a hose clamp around the valves of his heart which had thousands of scars, there's a few bits and pieces of broken metal scattered throughout the cavity[/b]
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[b]he removes them as Quickly as possible and carefully undoes the clamp from his heart valves, hoping to leave them intact.[/b] "Hey. HAY! HEEEEY! Stay awake, okay? Can't have you passing out on me."
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[b]he started reaching for his handgun[/b]
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Edited by Cosmic: 3/3/2016 11:28:08 AM"No! I'm trying to help you!" [b]he full on punts it across the room and begins sewing him up [/b]
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[b]the stitching breaks, he sees a second handgun but with a pull of the trigger the gun's slide locks open revealing it's empty[/b] Damn
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"Why?" [b]he continues to restitch the wound and throws him over his shoulders.[/b] "C'mon, let's get you to the medbay..."
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But my gun...I need it
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"Don't worry, I'll get it to you, you need to rest." [b]his eyes flash for a moment, memories flooding back into his mind[/b]
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I don't want rest unless its eternal
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[b]he walks into the medbay, laying him in a bed.[/b] "Sorry, you aren't recieving that for a long while."
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[b]he attempts to get up but seeing his condition several doctors pin him down, they get thrown back and a low growling comes from his throat probably an indicator that shouldn't be ignored[/b]
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[b]Wheatley goes flying backward. He draws a red .44 caliber revolver and readies to fire if need be[/b] "CALM DOWN MAN, NO ONES HERE TO HURT YOU!"
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[b]he's crouched over like a dog lightly panting, the mere fact he's hesitating is a sign he hasn't completely lost it yet[/b]
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"Calm down man... We aren't here to hurt you. Where's Tiberius? He can help us."
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[b]at the mention of Tiberius the growling gets louder, a nurse noticed the collar on his neck and gestured to it slightly[/b]
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[b]he shoots the collar, hoping to shoot it off[/b]
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[b]the bullet ricochets and infuriates him, the instant he recovered from the recoil the gun was bitten out of his grasp and thrown, it was like watching a cornered animal planning an escape [/b]
