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Amelia rolled a stretcher over to Lucille. "When I put someone on here, clean them up a bit."
Amelia rolled a stretcher over to Lucille. "When I put someone on here, clean them up a bit."
“Okay.” Lucille nodded.
Amelia helped a soldier lay down on the stretcher. "Here you go."
“Mmmk.” Lucille said absentmindedly, starting to clean the soldier up.
Amelia guided the soldier over to an bench and slid another onto the table.
Clean up, clean up, Lucille clean up that soldier.
This continued for some time. Amelia cringed. "Just one foot in front of the other, there you go!" She helped him lay on the stretcher. "Girly?" He mumbled.
Holy sh- “Y-yeah?” Lucille mumbled, not looking up.
"I can't feel my legs…"
(I gtg ;-;)
“That’s not good.”
(SLY I SWEAR-)
(LOL YOU BET YOU'RE BARNACLES I'M BACK)
(HEY SLY WASSUP
tYSON BETTER BE A OK KIDDO
HIS LEGS BETTER BE A OKAY TOO.)
(LOL YOU WISH)
"I think I stepped on a landmine…." He sat up a little. "Oh there's a chunk missing."
“Yeah I can see that. Lay back down.” Lucille said.
(sLYYYYYYYY NOOOOooo ;A;)
Tyson did as she told him. He grimaced as she cut his pant leg open to see the wound. "Is it bad? It's bad isn't it…"
“Better than I expected, you’ll live.”
"Good." He sighed. "I don't think the other guy made it though…."
“Geez you idiot, watch your step.” Lucille grumbled.
"Sorry. I couldn't really see where I was going." Tyson's eyes widened. "WHAT IF THERE'S SHRAPNEL IN THERE?"
“Shrap what?” Lucille asked, furrowing her eyebrows. This was going to take a while to clean up.
"Shrapnel. The stuff that's thrown out by the explosion."
“Pfft I knew that. What if there’s shrapnel in where?”
"In my leg. From the fricking explosion Lu."
“Right, sorry.” Lucille said, wincing a little, “You’ll be glad to hear there’s none.”
(yA HEAR THAT SLY
THERES NONE
LITTLE TYTY ISNT NOT DYING FROM A SHRAPNEL INFECTION
OR GETTJNG AN AMPUTATION.)
(OH YOU WANNA BET)
Tyson cringed. "You sure? Maybe Harvey should check it out…"
“Maybe, I.. Yeah.” Lucille nodded.
(wELL MAYBE I SHOULD MAKE LUCILLE HAVE SOME FOREIGN DISEASE DO TYSON ISNT THE ONLY ONE GETTING HURT)
(THAT SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN
THROW MORE ANGST IN)
Harvey popped up from his sorting. "Did someone say my name?"
(nO TYSON IS GONNA BE A OK)
“Yeah…”
(I GTG SORRY MATE)
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