[EVENT] Lavender's Blue [open]

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Characters: anyone and everyone
Location all around town
Date: Night 180
Summary: Kill the sinners or run for your lives.
Warnings: Horror, potential gore and death. Please note more specific warnings in subject lines!

close we will live, dilly dilly
and when we die
both in one grave, dilly dilly
close we will lie

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[equal_shots]

[Kid hadn't even seen Amber, her position on his right side leaving her virtually invisible to him. The teen whirls when she snaps at him, revealing a glowing golden left eye and a haphazardly wrapped and bloody dressing over what would be his right eye. Blood is streaked across his face, and when he quickly offers both hands to her as a sign of good faith it becomes clear that he's got blood on them as well. To any casual observer, it's clear that the teen was injured.]

I will stay here. I have no intention of hurting you!

[wilsonsheart]

[Amber's eyes narrow as she looks Kid up and down. After a long, tense moment, however, she lowers her weapon, cursing inwardly. It's just a teenager. An injured teenager. And his eyes are like her own. He's not going to hurt her--he's telling the truth. She has to run those words through her head a few times, then runs a hand through her hair.]

Sorry. I'm a doctor. Can I help you in any way?

[equal_shots]

No apologies needed. Whatever is going on tonight has everyone out of sorts.

[Kid hesitates at her question, looking away from her.]

I'm afraid there's little that can be done at this point. The bleeding has stopped, I think. [His fingertips very gingerly touches the edge of the bandage above his empty eye socket, and his wince is visible when he feels sticky blood on them.]

...mostly stopped.

[wilsonsheart]

Right...

[She closes her eyes for a second and take a deep breath. She doesn't want to admit it, but she barely has any medical supplies to her name right now, anyway. There's only so much help she could offer.]

No other injuries?

[Though, clearly, the one is bad enough.]

[equal_shots]

None. I would like it to remain as such.

[Kid isn't looking for real medical supplies anyway. His bandage is made out of a handkerchief and string. We are not talking highclass medical supplies anyway. Any suggestion to really stop the bleeding, however, or at least help tightening his own makeshift dressing, would be appreciated.]

Doctor Watson stitched his wound shut. There wasn't time after, when all of thi-- [Kid stops abruptly, cut off by ragged coughing. When he had said there were no other injuries to attend to that had been the truth, though with the glaring omission of how sick he's gotten over his months in Norfinbury. By the time he can speak again he's brought up blood and feels uncomfortably lightheaded. When he talks, he sounds winded.] When all--all of this start--started.

[wilsonsheart]

[Amber's brow furrows. Telling the truth, surely, and it's true that they don't really have time to stop and do a full operation, and she doesn't really want to know how he lost his eye...]

Come on. We shouldn't stay out in the open.

[She doesn't have anything she can use for that cough, but...]

If we can find a place to stop and hide, I have something I can use to use as fresh dressings. It's not much, but it could help stop the bleeding.

[equal_shots]

[Kid nods, silent except for his gasping breathing, still covering his mouth. As the unfamiliar doctor suggests that they need a place to hide, Kid points towards the rubble he had been headed towards when he'd run into her and starts trudging in that direction, moving slowly.

Behind the rubble, Kid settles on the ground, settling his pack on the ground beside him. His remaining eye looks up at Amber, simultaneously anxious and exhausted.] Thank you. I've--I've tried to-- [He pauses, takes a slow breath, and continues.] I've tried to bandage it.

[wilsonsheart]

[Amber suppresses the urge to bolt toward the rubble in favor of hanging back with Kid. He looks like he's in pretty bad shape, so she doesn't want to leave him in the dust. They make it there eventually, though, and once they do, she does her best to be encouraging as she takes off her backpack and starts to look through it.]

You did a good job.

[There's only so much any of them can do out here. Pulling out a rag, she starts to rip it into long shreds, trying to make them as even as she can.]

How long have those bandages been on for?