RAAAH
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Sam-xXAMTXx 
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05.10.2022
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Sam-xXAMTXx[OP]
05.10.2022 18:11
LinkYour oc works for the rather estranged scientist Doctor Roderick Estes; knowing who he is as a person you have a strong knowledge that he’s a “if you want something done right do it yourself” kind of person so he tends to dive into fights, experimentation and tasks by himself, usually forgetting he has people to assist him sometimes, one day; he comes back in and heads right to his office in quite a huff, naturally you’d push it aside but the mix of a glowing and non glowing red liquid on the floor caused a jolt down your spine, heading to his office to check on him, fully aware he’d never go get help himself
Sam-xXAMTXx[OP]
05.10.2022 18:11
Link(solely because he’s a stubborn idiot with a very low recognition of pain) opening the door your greeted with the image of him slouched over at his desk, rather violently coughing up blood, he seems more angry then worried about it, wiping blood off his face onto his hand before looking up at you, seeing you he seems even more pissed off.
His voice is severely ragged and he looks even worse for wear head on. “What.”
(ANYHOW,,,)
Stunned briefly by the scene in front of him he'd freeze in his steps before carefully moving towards the injured man. Lucian would let out a breathless noise, "You're hurt, what happened doctor?" the sound of his voice was sympathetic in a way as he stepped a bit closer to look at Rodrick's face.
(OOOOO hell yes)
Roderick seemed significantly more irritated at the sympathy then the fact he’d just came into his office without knocking, forcing himself to his feet he stood there, staring down at Lucian. “I don’t need any pity. It’s no big deal. Get on with your work.” His tone was sharp yet seemed exhausted, for some reason the strain of keeping himself standing was causing his arm to shake. But possibly the most alarming bit was the blood dripping from between his teeth and down his neck.
(KEKEKKEKE,,, )
Lucian stood there staring at his condition unbothered by his rudeness. He noticed the significant amount of blood around his mouth and even how his arm shook. shaking his head in disappointment he replied, "Uh-huh.." After a few moments of observing Rodrick's arm and what not he'd motion for the man to move to a seat. "I understand you're a busy man but don't be stubborn. let me tend to your wounds before you continue with your work."
(Ahdhchfhhrheh I’m sorry I’m super ****in slow </3
Roderick huffed before sitting back down, leaning back in the chair and looking at Lucian with mild contempt. "Fine. Make it quick."
((its okay dw!!!)))
He'd grin softly, "Alright, hold still." moving towards the chair the doctor sat in he'd carry a damp cloth to wipe down his wound(s). Lucien hesitated before asking again, "What even happened that caused you this much pain?" He'd pause to glance at the mans face before wiping the blood around his neck. "Pardon me.." Lucien spoke quietly.
((OOOOO hell yeah!!
He stayed silent, very clearly not wishing to talk about it, but he let him wipe up the blood, mumbling to himself, making notes it seems, looking out at the vial in his arm, watching the liquid leak out.
Lucien decided not to pick at it more, "Alright then, i won't pry on it.." He furrowed his brows for a moment, "but you need to take care of yourself if you want to live long enough to finish whatever you're working on Roderick." he spoke with a hint of worry in his voice. after cleaning the dried blood from the mans face and neck he'd move to stare at the cracked(broken) vial. "Is it important?"
(gonna just me)
"Uh, Sir, you're bleeding!", I rush over with some paper towels to clean the blood off of various things.
(Ooo alright so you’re super gay then/j/j!!)
He grabs your arm with the strangely warm metal one, sharpened fingers wrapped around your wrist. “Don’t. Touch me. I can very clearly see it.” His tone was ragged, very similar to recently getting the wind knocked out of you.
He lets go, attempting to stand upright his body seems to heave and he’s tumbling slightly, just barely catching himself on the table, for the first time he seems rather shaken, his metal hand digging into the table trying to pull himself back up. “I’m. Fine. Get out.”
"Uh, no? You need help.", I, being rather stubborn also, stay where I am, giving him a worried but stern face.
He scowls slightly. “I’ll just assume you won’t be leaving unless I let you fret your hair out.” He sounded almost spiteful but something in his expression was almost,, desperate?
I growl a little, "Listen big man, I'm not going to ignore somebody who's OBVIOUSLY in pain," I try to grab wherever I think is bleeding, "Now let me look!".
He seemed slightly taken aback but scowled further, slowly sitting back down. “Fine. Fine.” The fact he’d given in so easily was slightly worrying as he leaned back a bit, messing with the vials in his arm, as if checking if they where still usable.
There was a rather vicious looking gash along part of his neck and torso, bleeding rather severely
I look him in the eyes with a judgy expression, "Tf did you do?", I just start stuffing paper towels into the gash. I mumble under my breath, "Got in a fight with an anteater this madman."
(AUGH IM SORRY IM NOT ACTUALLY SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY IPAD RIGHT NOW,,,,,,)
He didn’t seem super amused. “Nothing I’m willing to share.” He winced visibly when you stuffed them in, rather upset still.
(oh gosh)
I sigh, "I'm guessing you're going to need stitches..." I look at his arm, "And a replacement arm, which won't be as easy.", I walk towards the door, "Now come to the medic bay before you die of blood loss.".
He scowled shaking his head. “no way in hell. I’m staying right here. I’m not going to give that fu*cking rat the satisfaction.” His tone was increasingly spiteful as he ripped one of the vials out and started running his finger along it, his arm completely unusable without it.
"...", I sort of switch attitudes, realizing I've been rather unkind. "Listen... I'm sorry for being rude, and I know it bothers you when you can't fix something yourself, but I am here to help you. How about I just bring the stuff here, hm?", I try to comfort him, "We can fix this, just... Let me help, please?".
He frowned slightly, he didn’t look the slightest bit impressed nor happy as he gave you a rather hard glare. “You. Sure. Ricodine. Never. He’d rub it in far too much. And that rat has a da*mned needle addiction and I ain’t boutta have holes in my arm for the next six weeks.”
"Oh... yeah.", I pace around a little bit, thinking about a solution, then I snap my fingers in a sort of Aha! way, "How about this, what would you like ME to do? You know how to fix this better than me, so just tell me what to do. And I promise I won't tell Ricodine about this, I to am bothered by his... needle obsession.", I sort of shudder at the thought.
He’d sigh softly. “Well first i need new vials. Run outta liquid in this one-“ he flicks the vial that remained in his arm for emphasis. “-It wont be any sort of fun. I can still get use outta these two for the arm functions if you bring me some tape but that’s all i really *need* the 'injuries' i can sort out later once i can function properly." His tone is more informative then spiteful, but oh the spite is certainly still there.
Not being able to really detect the spite, I nod and say, "Got it", and I run off. I come back about 4-5 minutes later with duct tape and a few vials, and I gingerly place them on the table. "Sorry I took a bit long, the duct tape wasn't where I left it, and I sorta forgot where the vials were, but I found them.".
He starts looking through the vials without a word, sorting them out with one hand and popping the base off one of the red ones, setting it upside down he ripped the one out of his arm, quickly putting it back into the arm functions spot and clicking the new vial into the vital spot, taking the cracked one on the table he taped it up and taped the other one up as well. “Alright there.”
"So, are you willing to come to the medical bay so I can deal with that gash? It needs to be dealt with soon, otherwise you might die of blood loss.", I stare at the gash in his front, and look up at him with a concerned expression.
(I HIT 1k!! also using dragon women)
Jacky looked at him before huffing, and closing the door behind her. "Sir... I know you are stubborn, but you can't hide things like this." She started walking over, taking a cloth out her pocket and cleaning his mouth with it.
(OOO CONGRATS!!!)
He grabs her arm, mistakenly digging the tips of the metal arm into hers, very carefully moving it back. "Don't. I'm fine. It's a little thing." His tone was ragged as he slightly glared at her. "Step back, and leave. Alright. I don't need-" he seems to gag slightly before hunching over, letting go of her arm as he starts coughing violently, covering his face.
She put her arms back around him, gently sitting him down in a chair and letting go. "Shut up." Jacky said sternly, reaching into the bag on her waist digging for a vial.
He’d glare at her, desperately wanting to resist further but knowing full well if he tried she’d probably only react worse. “Watch it.” He muttered, reaching to unhook the broken and leaking vials from his arms, wincing slightly as he twisted them out of the sockets, his arm slumped, rendered completely useless without them now.
she took one out, filled with the same red liquid. "You're lucky I carry these one me, knowing you-" She paused, looking at him. "I'm not going to asked what happened, sir, but please... be more careful next time."
He sighed and used his free hand to hold up the metal one setting it on the table, covering his finger with part of his jacket to clean out the liquid inside the place the vial was being held, he didn't say anything just continued to scrub, looking rather aggravated.
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(I'm retyping....... SO SORRY IF YOU WE'RE ABT TO REPLY 😭😭😭)
He crossed his arms and tilted his head, observing the cracked vials leaking the bright red liquid. His expression began to change, there was a hint of worry in his eyes. "What happened..?" He asked, looking back up at Roderick's face.
AUGH I SHOULDVE COPIED IT AHHDHC)
He pauses, scowling slightly before moving to stand, gripping onto the table to steady himself, "Nothing important. I'll be alright." His tone was ragged, similar to trying to speak after getting the wind knocked out of you, his body seemed to be shaking slightly as he proceeded to clear his throat, trying not to make the situation look as bad as it was.
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SHIT ENTER BUTTON- BUT ITS FINE DW/GEN)
He gave him a rather stubborn look before sitting back down in the chair with a huff, he seemed rather tired as he begrudgingly wrenched one of the broken vials out of his arm, rending the device useless until a new one was put in. “Sure. Keeps shit functioning. Take this one out I’ll live. Just can’t move it.” He seemed more open to talking about what happened to those vials then the actual injuries he sustained.
He’d sigh, leaning back. “Do we have the spare arm? Or did we get rid of that years ago,,” he seemed slightly annoyed. “I can’t remember all that much anymore,,” rubbing his forehead he sighed. “Just find some tape, we’ll replace the main vial and tape up the other, it’ll be fine for a bit.”
He groaned slightly and moved his arm onto the table wiping out the vial slot taking a breath he unslotted the other vial, slipping the less damaged one into the non vital slot, leaning back further, breathing rather heavy, the front of his shirt seemed to be soaked with blood.