[Thread] Emergency room
Who: Matt, Mello and Selphie
Where: Matt's apartment
When: Feb 1st.
Summary: Mello stumbles in missing an arm and Matt calls Selphie for help. Best birthday ever.
Rating: R
Other: Whats the sound of one hand clapping?
Matt's nerves were jumping all over the place, this wasn't how he'd wanted his birthday to go down. Not his twenty-first, but then he must have momentarily forgotten who his best friend was and suffered some kind of seizure. Point was, any kind of joy at the ocassion was long gone in favour over freaking out if Mello was going to make it or not since he'd lost so much blood.
So here he was, on the couch in his living room. Pixel was shut up in the bedroom, her confused whines and barks could be heard every so often but they were ignored. Matt had laid Mello down on the couch and was going between him, a cigarette and a page on how to treat severed limbs while he freaked out and wondered when Selphie would get here. There was a tourniquet around his left arm to try and stop the blood loss, but he looked awfully pale still.
There was the deal now of taking care of the arteries and the ripped flesh, it left him feeling incredibly sick but as always the bastard refused to go to the hospital, no matter how much danger he was in. Fucking hell, he wasn't qualified to take care of this shit and-
He heard the door knock and hurriedly called out, "Its open!"
Where: Matt's apartment
When: Feb 1st.
Summary: Mello stumbles in missing an arm and Matt calls Selphie for help. Best birthday ever.
Rating: R
Other: Whats the sound of one hand clapping?
Matt's nerves were jumping all over the place, this wasn't how he'd wanted his birthday to go down. Not his twenty-first, but then he must have momentarily forgotten who his best friend was and suffered some kind of seizure. Point was, any kind of joy at the ocassion was long gone in favour over freaking out if Mello was going to make it or not since he'd lost so much blood.
So here he was, on the couch in his living room. Pixel was shut up in the bedroom, her confused whines and barks could be heard every so often but they were ignored. Matt had laid Mello down on the couch and was going between him, a cigarette and a page on how to treat severed limbs while he freaked out and wondered when Selphie would get here. There was a tourniquet around his left arm to try and stop the blood loss, but he looked awfully pale still.
There was the deal now of taking care of the arteries and the ripped flesh, it left him feeling incredibly sick but as always the bastard refused to go to the hospital, no matter how much danger he was in. Fucking hell, he wasn't qualified to take care of this shit and-
He heard the door knock and hurriedly called out, "Its open!"