Fifteenth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

Stop it!  Stop going!  Stop . . . !

There's   . . . There's so much blood, I -- [Lucas breaks off and seems to gasp for breath for a few moments.  He is, in fact, covered with the stuff despite not having exchanged anything at all, having just finished helping NIc.]  The sidewalk . . . Everything . . . Even on the trees.  It's just like when

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[ponypuncher]

Obviously people are gonna die if ya lop their leg off, kiddo. Fingers ain't nothin' to worry 'bout.

[Says the tree of a man with his right hand wrapped up in pieces of a shirt.]

[a_gentle_boy]

It'll get infected and you'll get gangrene and you'll die!

[Lucas is, for some reason, angry. If you don't stop him, he's going to Lifeup-Punch your right arm.]

[ponypuncher]

The hell is gangrene? Yer speakin' some kind of gibberish with that.

[Crossing his arms, head cocked to the side.]

[a_gentle_boy]

Infection! If you don't get a wound cleaned, it will get infected.

[Lucas points at the man's injury.]

Let me see that!

[ponypuncher]

It was fine last time this happened!

[Lifting his hand waaaay up over his head.]

No way!

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas hops. And aims a jolt of Lifeup at the ridiculously tall man's arm.]

[ponypuncher]

[What in Odin's name--MATRIX-- okay not really, he just kind of drops his hand behind his back to try and avoid it.]

Whoa, there!

[a_gentle_boy]

You can't just let it sit like that.

[ponypuncher]

It's fine! I'll wash the blood off later.

[a_gentle_boy]

N-No! Go wash it now. . . . I'm going to heal it even if you don't want me to.

[Have another projectile Lifeup.]

[ponypuncher]

Oi! [Backstepping to get behind Lucas, and he's moving to pick him up by the back of the shirt with his good hand.]

Watch where ya shoot those little lights!

[a_gentle_boy]

I'm trying to help!