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[bbsatbyrobots]

[And all you hear for a while is panicking, things being knocked over and I'm sure if you listened close enough, you'd be able hear poor Flora flailing around. Finally, she picks up the knocked over phone and frantically begins speaking.]

P-please I need help! M-mr. Luke is...he's...he's hurt and it's r-really bad. I need help or he could...

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[eldest_hatter]

What happened? Is everything alright?

[bbsatbyrobots]

No it's not! M-mr. Lukes been hurt. I-I don't know what to do!

[eldest_hatter]

Hurt how? Where are you I'll come over right away.

[bbsatbyrobots]

I'm not sure but...t-there's a lot of blood on his chest.

We're at home, 5721 Cunningham Lane.

[bustydefense]

What's wrong?!

[Mia's still recovering from a broken rib, but damn if she's going to let that stop her]

[bbsatbyrobots]

It's Mr. Luke! H-he came home bleeding.

[bustydefense]

Oh no! Can you get him to the hospital? Or - see if you can find a little girl named Porom.

[bbsatbyrobots]

Umm...a girl is coming over, she said she was a nurse.

[izlegal]

[After a moment if staring oddly at her, he laid back down on the couch and scowled.

She was crying... Worse?

She was crying over him.

A pause, and he collected his voice for her.]

Flora?

[bbsatbyrobots]

[Yes, she was crying over him. To her, he was a friend. More tears weld up, and she tried to hold them back but, it wasn't working well.

All she could really do was try her best not to completely break down.]

M-Mr. Luke don't...y-you need to save your strength.

[izlegal]

[He digs in his pocket] Come here.

[bbsatbyrobots]

[She hurries over, kneeling next to the couch.]

[if_she_hollers]

[Oh god oh god oh god. Was that his name? Luke? Why had he been pretending to be a drone it didn't make any sense she couldn't understand it. Or maybe . . . Maybe he had been droned? Maybe the exact second he turned back to normal was when she'd stabbed him? No. That was ridiculous. Whatever gods existed would truly hate her if that was the case. How could this have happened? She'd thought she was doing something right, something good; she'd thought . . .

No. She had to calm down. The most important thing. Damage control.]

I'm a nurse. I can l-like, help.

[bbsatbyrobots]

Y-you can?

[HOPE! Someone who could help, was willing to. Flora could hardly suppress the relief she felt at that moment.

Luke had a chance.

He'd be able to survive.]

Th-thank you so much!

[if_she_hollers]

Yeah. Back home, I . . . Um. Now, I like, work at the hospital. As a nurse. Where's like, your address?

[bbsatbyrobots]

5721 Cunningham Lane.

[bukapintu]

Whoah, whoah, whoah.

Okay, deep breath.

What happened?

[bbsatbyrobots]

M-mr. Luke came home a-and he was bleeding.

[bukapintu]

Okay, where do you live? I'll come over.

[bbsatbyrobots]

Thank you, we're at 5721 Cunningham Lane.