He'd been feeling bad for
nearly two days now. An hour or so ago, Near had declared he
needed surgery. So here they are. The trip to the kitchen takes all the strength L has. He leans on Matt the whole way, gasps and groans, and lets himself be helped to a chair next to the table with relief, as though he isn't about to lie down on it and be cut into in a filthy room full of filthy things and drains, with bad antiseptic and bad anaesthesia and an appendix that could rupture at any second.
In the hallway, the news is being passed along. They meet a Near on the way, who tells a Mello, who tells a few other people, and whoever wants to know can know, at this point, exactly what's going to happen to the red sweater L in the kitchen.
"Surgical supplies, from the wish room, and whoever wants to go in there and help clean can," mutters someone, "and does anyone know his blood type?"
[ooc: surgery post! This will be a free for all, people. There will be sub threads within the post, please tag wherever you feel your character would be most helpful- feel free to threadhop, jump in and out, but try to keep in mind to start all threads as branch-offs of the appropriate subthreads- either cleaning, getting supplies, inside as the operation starts or (and for the most part) outside in the hall during the fracas. Ping UndrwO on AIM or message this journal if your pup would like to be an assistant nurse) and then misc/afterwards, for mingling discussion and general reassurances. Again- questions, UndrwO at AIM or ask around in the dndressingroom chat.]