forum Imperfect As In Dead [CLOSED-FEEL FREE TO STALK THOUGH]

Started April 08, 2018 by @ScarletAndHerSides

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Curt was buried under a few bricks from the fireplace in the farthest corner of the collapsed house.

Alice ran over to Curt and uncovered him. “Are you Alright?”

“I’ll be fine,” Curt said, trying to smile. There was a large gash in his side, and he tried to turn away to hide it.

Bunny poofed back into Kennedy. "Curt, you're not okay."

“I. Am. Fine,” he said stubbornly, through gritted teeth.

Alice poked through her bag and pulled out a cardigan, quickly tying it around Curt (rather awkwardly).

//yes… awkward wonderlandian medical attention

“Thanks.”

/just remembered Edmund needs to be injured and Cameron needs to save him so maybe I could be in like…a different room and have all the shrapnel impale me or something

//lol ok

"You need actual medical attention," she frowned, picking him up. "I'm not a doctor."

“Nah, I’ll be-“ Curt coughed up a bit of blood and muttered “-fine.”

"Uh huh," she said, unbelievingly. "Anyone here know any good doctors?"

“I don’t-“ Curt’s breath hitched “-need one.”

"If you say that again while you're basically dying on me, I'm going to revive you and then kill you again," she grumbled, standing up.

“Thanks,” Curt grumbled. “But your version of death will probably be less painful than the queen’s, so I’m kinda-“ he inhaled deeply and coughed up more blood “-kinda leaning towards that.”

Alice took a deep breath then headed outside. "Where did the Chesires go? They'd be good for this, right?"

//i have to go rn see you tomorrow byeee

//byeee

Kennedy snapped herself out of her trance. "I'm a doctor Alice."

"Perfect," she said, placing Curt down by Kennedy.

Curt tried to wriggle away, but he only managed to get a few inches before moaning, turning several shades paler, and popping into a butterfly.

Kennedy sighed. "Curt, would ya just stay still and let me do my job?"

“Sorry, sorry,” Curt grumbled.

//lol ok

Edmund opened his eyes to a blue, blue sky.
Except he was supposed to be indoors. Why was there dust in his lungs? Speaking of which, what was resting on his body? He was numb.
He struggled to get up. To no avail. The roof had caved in on him.
"Anyone?" Edmund whispered with a raspy voice. He coughed and tried his best to cover his mouth as dust streamed down from the remnants of the house. Of course, it hurt. It hurt so bad and he winced as he tried to contain his wheezing.

//THIS MUST NOT DIE

(THIS IS SAD. ;-;)
(I CANT.)

//ITS YOUR TURN JOANNA