.018 // crawl out with the night

[theredreaper]

[ voice post]

[silence, some panting and a low, pained groan.]

H-hell. Ow.

[the sound of someone sitting down heavily] Oh, fuck, I-- might need a bit of help here.

[ ooc; Got hurt fighting BloodRayne, she's still near the cemetary. P-pretend this was posted a good while after Rayne's post, please?! ]

Comments

[ohmykethe]

What kinda help?

[theredreaper]

Uh.. Help moving? But it's fine. I'm fine.

[ohmykethe]

If'n you say.

Got jumped?

[theredreaper]

Hm. Got into a fight to keep someone from going on a killing spree.

[ohmykethe]

Good enough reason as any to get scratched up.

No scars?

[theredreaper]

Yeah.

Don't know. Haven't healed yet.

[ohmykethe]

Thought you healed right fast.

[theredreaper]

I do with small wounds. This is gonna take a bit longer.

[ohmykethe]

What chunks you missing?

[theredreaper]

's just a flesh wound.

... And broken ribs. Those'll take longest, I think.

[ohmykethe]

Fuck. You sure pick the nastiest things to get inna fucking scuffle with.

Y'know how that's treated?

[theredreaper]

It's a talent. I'm fine. So's Rayne. And I'll heal.

... No clue. Never had broken ribs. I'll just lie still and wait for them to knit themselves back together.

[ohmykethe]

Rayne? Never heard of those.

Fuck me sideways. How many'd you break?

[theredreaper]

She's the one I fought. Looks like me. Got possessed by something, went on a mad killing spree.

All? I don't know.

[ohmykethe]

Shit, fucking fantome. Sorry.

You break 'em all and we ain't fucking talking right now. Most likely, it only two 're three? Take some bromelain and pokeroot with your tea to keep it from swelling all crazy. And splint it good, if'n you ain't done that already. Don't choke yourself, but if'n you can move 'bout afterwards, you gone done it wrong.

[theredreaper]

What?

Okay, so it's only a couple. Good. Great. What's bromelain and pokeroot? You know, forget it, wouldn't work on me anyway. I'll lie still.