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[have_your_lives]

[Well, Mayfield, you have a redhead walking unsteadily down the street, a hand over the bloody hole where his right eye used to be, and that entire side of his face a mask of blood. He's clearly badly off, probably even going into shock, and definitely in intense amounts of pain

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[bittermayfly]

I'm not sure. Why?

[have_your_lives]

You were right, too...cost me an eye.

[bittermayfly]

Did you miss the sound of Nagi laughing inside his head, Schuldig?

That's worse than what I lost. I'll be there soon.

[have_your_lives]

This is funny? [Did Nagi miss telepathic conversations?]

Hurry.

[bittermayfly]

In a way. [Have the mental image of pirate!Schuldig] [He missed the complete security. Now they don't need to trust the phones.]

[Nagi will show up, badly driving Ken's car, a few minutes later.]

[have_your_lives]

[Schuldig emerges rather unsteadily, with a cloth pressed over where his eye should be. He's lost a decent amount of blood by now, but he manages to get himself to - and into - the car, at least.] The way you drive, I might be better off bleeding to death.

[bittermayfly]

I've never done this before. And how'm I supposed to take care of a missing eye - stuff gauze in the socket?

[Countdown until Schuldig notices the missing eyebrows, eyelashes, and what hair was visible on his arms....]

[have_your_lives]

[It takes him longer than it should, due to shock and blood loss...but Nagi's first clue that he's picked up on it is some helpless snickering.] Really, Nagi?

[bittermayfly]

Stop laughing. It itches.

[And laughter distracts him from his driving attempt.]

[have_your_lives]

Oh, poor you...must be terrible. [He's leaning back against the seat now - hopefully getting plenty of blood on Ken's car interior, thank you - and seems to be not so much losing consciousness as straddling the line between coherence and passing out.]

[bittermayfly]

At least I didn't lose an eye and half my depth perception. Now you've got a blind side even if you can read everyone's minds.

[There's a first aid kit in the car. Nagi grabs it once they get to the hospital.] Let me stuff something in the socket.

[have_your_lives]

Oh, sounds pleasant. Don't I normally do the skull-fucking...? [Nonetheless, Schuldig is happy to let his hand drop from his face; it was getting tiring to hold it up there. It's not pretty, Nagi.]

[bittermayfly]

It'll be a change to be a little inside your head for once. [He flinches a little at the sight of all the blood, but Nagi's seen worse. A wad of gauze gets stuck inside to hopefully control the bleeding. Presumably the doctors will deal with it fast and give him a piratey eyepatch.]

[have_your_lives]

Hah...between Farfarello and me, we've got a full set of eyes... [He's definitely flirting with semi-consciousness now.]

[bittermayfly]

You better be able to get inside without leaning on me too much.

[Nagi grumbles as he helps Schuldig out of the car.]

[have_your_lives]

[Schuldig says nothing, which is never a good sign with him. He does try to support the bulk of his own weight on his way in, though, if only because the parts of his brain still working say that Nagi will probably go right over beneath his weight otherwise.]