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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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[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.]

[izlegal]

[Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he twisted towards her a little and dabbed her face roughly. He'd never actually comforted a woman himself, but he remembered as a boy his mother dabbing his eyes after a fight he lost at school.

But then he realized his fail and pulled away, turning his head.] Here.

Oh legal, bleeding on the couch and still trying to fail comfort a lady 8||

[bbsatbyrobots]

[She takes the handkerchief gently and dabs at her own eyes. Then turns to him shakily. She didn't know how to handle a situation where someone was severely wounded, let alone how to actually help him.]

L-lay still, y-you'll only make it worse.

8| He's a gentleman through and through /spoiler; this ACTUALLY isn't a phone tag 8|

[izlegal]

[G'dammit woman; in some ways he wished she would leave. He didn't like being seen like this--particularly in such a weak state; he only wanted to be seen as invincible--maybe for his own self image.

Keeping his head turned, he scowled just a bit. He wasn’t used to this kind of treatment-he’d grown so accustomed to working alone. After a moment of silence-he needed to numb his mind for a moment-he glanced back at her.]

Go get a towel. [His vision speckled like pepper-he was losing too much blood, and having run all the way from Mimi’s home to theirs, it’s no surprise he felt himself drifting away.] Hurry.

LE GASP! Such a plot twist!

[bbsatbyrobots]

[Oh yea, someone had mentioned getting a towel. She quickly stood up, and raced to the bathroom. She was nervous, and worried and nothing was making sense.

Who would stab him? He'd seemed normal...Flora pushes her confusion away and focuses on the task at hand, reappearing in the room with a towel and heading over to apply pressure on his wound.]

FFF youre telling ME

[izlegal]

[More or less he's drifted off, eye closed, but breathing unsteadily.

Maybe if he could just fall aslee--OHSHI]

AH! [Reflexes, he grabs Flora's hand on the towel and again clenches his teeth. He hadn't even heard Flora leave or walk over. It hurt... but it was the surprise that got him.

Trust... he didn't know what to do with it--with Flora.

He's not letting go, nor is he speaking or opening his eyes. Give him a second to relax and he will.]

lawl

[bbsatbyrobots]

S-sorry.

[She pouts at him. She should have been more careful. Now he hurt even more than before. Flora squeezes his hand in a comforting gesture. Well, as best as she can while holding a towel at least. Hopefully, it would take his mind off of the pain. If only for a moment.

His eyes were closed, and that troubled her. Falling asleep with a wound like that was a bad thing right?]

Mr. Luke...please try and stay awake.

[izlegal]

[He didn't open his eyes, and was quiet a moment. Still, though, he was clinging to her hand in exchange, probably a little tighter than he wanted to.]

Don't worry about me.

[bbsatbyrobots]

[She choked back tears, his words stinging a little. How could she not care? He was one of the only people she had in Mayfield and yet he still acted distant. Almost as if he didn't care.

Is this really how things were in the future?]

I can't help it, y-you're...[Her voice cracked, and she fell silent. Why wasn't there more she could do?]

[izlegal]

[He tightened his grip.]

Please don't. I'll be fine.

[bbsatbyrobots]

[Fine? He was stabbed in the chest!]

R-really?

[izlegal]

Yes.

[bbsatbyrobots]

Oh...okay.

[It doesn't make her worry less.]