[ There's a young man lying on his back on the floor somewhere in the middle of a corn field. It looks like he took a couple of spiked candles off his arms, but there's more on his chest and legs. He's still breathing. ]
(( Follow up of
this thread in Road's post! Open to everyone. ))
...UH I MEAN*
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shoving his way through the corn to Flynn*
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Mithos.
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D-don't move.
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I can't . . . get them out.
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*drops to his knees beside Flynn, patting down his tunic for healing items*
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I was careless.
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I can see that. I can't treat you here--I'm going to move you to my place.
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All right.
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I need you to stay conscious. You can sleep once those things are out.
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I know . . . Don't worry.
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*pries the cat off the sheets, then heads out of the room for a moment!*
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...this is going to hurt more for a bit. Sorry.
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It's . . . okay.
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