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Characters: Kurt Hummel and Yuri Lowell
Location: The streets of Death City!
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of violence, blood and stuff.
Time: December 17th, late at night.
Description: Yuri is the lucky person who gets to find Kurt and carry him bridal style to the clinic.
That hadn't gone well.
Kurt finds himself stuck with that utterly simplistic cynicism, that completely ridiculous understatement. It's all he has at the moment, that and a stab wound a few inches below his ribcage.
Wow, that's a lot of blood. Is he going to die? He'd barely had enough time in this world - he couldn't die. It isn't fair. Why on earth does he always end up in these situations, bleeding and almost dead on the streets thanks to some psychotic troll?
He'd thought Gamzee was harmless. A stoner, for all intents and purposes. What the hell had set him off like that? It was useless wondering. He hadn't even had much time to grab for his tanto, and now this was it.
This is it.
He's scared. Maybe he's tearing up a little bit, because there was so much left to do, so many people he wanted to see again, to say things to. But there's no one on the streets this time of night. It's freezing cold and he's minus his scarf and he's lucky he was wearing a thick coat or he'd have been stabbed deeper, but the wound is still deep enough to be worrisome.
And the worst part? He'd left his communicator at home like a complete moron. He can't call out an SOS. Kurt only hopes someone finds him and that it's not to late when they do.
Location: The streets of Death City!
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of violence, blood and stuff.
Time: December 17th, late at night.
Description: Yuri is the lucky person who gets to find Kurt and carry him bridal style to the clinic.
That hadn't gone well.
Kurt finds himself stuck with that utterly simplistic cynicism, that completely ridiculous understatement. It's all he has at the moment, that and a stab wound a few inches below his ribcage.
Wow, that's a lot of blood. Is he going to die? He'd barely had enough time in this world - he couldn't die. It isn't fair. Why on earth does he always end up in these situations, bleeding and almost dead on the streets thanks to some psychotic troll?
He'd thought Gamzee was harmless. A stoner, for all intents and purposes. What the hell had set him off like that? It was useless wondering. He hadn't even had much time to grab for his tanto, and now this was it.
This is it.
He's scared. Maybe he's tearing up a little bit, because there was so much left to do, so many people he wanted to see again, to say things to. But there's no one on the streets this time of night. It's freezing cold and he's minus his scarf and he's lucky he was wearing a thick coat or he'd have been stabbed deeper, but the wound is still deep enough to be worrisome.
And the worst part? He'd left his communicator at home like a complete moron. He can't call out an SOS. Kurt only hopes someone finds him and that it's not to late when they do.