03 [Audio//Common]

[sprayemnslayem]

[One moment Roland is at his workbench tweaking his turret and reaching for his tools, and the next moment a quarter of his room is gone...along with half of his left arm. Roland stares at his now bloody stump for a good six seconds before agonizing pain streaks up what's left of his arm

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[audio]

[phasebitchin]

Dude!

Dude, what!?

[Why, Lilith, a mite shrill today, are we?]

ROLAND, TALK TO ME!

[audio]

[sprayemnslayem]

My arm...

[He's speaking through clenched teeth as he tries to find something that could slow the bleeding.]

This boat took my arm. Went right through my shield. Get me a med kit.

[audio]

[phasebitchin]

Holy shit!

[BRB, Roland. Lilith is cutting off the link to scream a transmission of her own into the network.]

DECK TWELVE! GET US A FUCKING MEDIC, LIKE, YESTERDAY!

[audio]

[sprayemnslayem]

[You do that Lilith. Roland is just going to try tying a towel around his new bloody stump to keep from bleeding all over the place. It's kind of hard when you only have one hand left.]

[audio] Mind if I cut in? :D

[hasapainproblem]

...

[Now that he's properly medicated...]

I was taking a nap. You better be bleeding to death.

[audio] LOLNO <33

[phasebitchin]

He is, motherfucker.

Roland, what's your freaking room number!?

[audio] By all means please do

[sprayemnslayem]

1260...Hurry...

[Oh he doesn't sound good at all.]

[audio]

[hasapainproblem]

[lol Asking House to hurry is like...telling him to go without his cane. Not gonna happen.

But after a pitstop on deck 17, he knocks on Roland's door.]

Knock, knock. House call.

[See what he did there? He's clever.]

[audio]

[phasebitchin]

[Instead of straight away opening the door to 1260, Lilith melts out of the wall and reappears next to House. Hopping mad.

No, literally hopping. She's bouncing angrily on the balls of her feet and giving him a nasty glare.]

Oh my god, took you long enough!

[Lilith rips the door open from the outside and sidles up super-close behind the doctor, trying to bully him in faster.]

[Commentlog]

[sprayemnslayem]

[Roland's barely holding himself up against the wall. The stump that was once his left arm is wrapped in a blood soaked wash towel and he's looking much paler than usual.

It's a good thing they got there when they did because Roland was only a few moments away from searching for a hot plate or iron in all that junk and taking care of this himself.]

About god damn time.

[Roland can almost hear Mordecai telling him to stop bleeding all over himself.]

Re: [Commentlog]

[hasapainproblem]

[House doesn't take Lilith's bullying kindly. If anything he exaggerates his hobble until he's close enough to Roland to get a look at what he's working with.]

Well I couldn't show up without bandages. Blood is messy, you know.

[Bandages, some pain meds. And some antiseptic. That should do it.]

You might wanna take the towel off and bite on it. This might sting a little.

[And by a little, he means a lot.]

[Commentlog]

[phasebitchin]

Ugh, okay! Whatever, just get a move on!

[Lilith remembers that this is the man who's going to fix Roland she's talking to, so she forces herself to not scowl quite so hideously.]

... Please.

[Commentlog]

[sprayemnslayem]

[He grabs the towel and tears it off before biting down it.

Huh, so that's what his blood tastes like.]

[Commentlog]

[hasapainproblem]

[House props his cane against the wall before going to work. Firsts things first. He applies a generous amount of the antiseptic and then begins wrapping the stub up in a bandage. After tying it off, he steps back.]

All better? You want a sucker?

[Commentlog]

[phasebitchin]

[Despite herself, Lilith giggles.]

[Commentlog]

[sprayemnslayem]

[Roland groans in pain and his teeth sink deeper into the towel. It feels like his arm's been set on fire. When it's over he spits the towel onto the floor. His stump is still in agony but he wants that damn thing out of his mouth.

He glares at House for a moment and then turns towards Lilith.]

Shoot him.