First Aid 101: What to Do When You Find an Impaled Teenager || Open || Active

[unexculpable]

Who: Edward, Tim, Rue, AND YOU!
Where: In the parlour
When: Day 001
What: Maison des Portes gets it's first almost-death! Welcome home...?
Warnings: Blood, gore, Ed's mouth.

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[comeswithpants]

Tim had just been on his way to dinner-- something completely simple and normal. Like he'd promise. No late nights, no danger. Only he was just distracted enough to let himself slip, apparently, because he felt himself lose the traction under his sneaker, felt himself nearly fall-- he just barely caught himself.

And then he smelt blood.

Considering his previous occupation, he did recognize the smell quickly, eyes snapping to the source. Not a dead body, he could tell the difference even before he saw any movement. But that was way too much blood. His mind raced as he moved forward, quickly but carefully, not even disturbing too much dust. This wasn't home. There were too many things wrong, and he was pretty sure there weren't any teenagers bleeding to death in his living room when his step mother had called him for dinner.

"Stay still," he said quickly, landing carefully on his knees next to the boy. He didn't know what was going on, but there was someone in danger. That took priority. Assessing the situation and stopping blood flow. Getting help. Because this was bad. "Can you hear me?"