Patching Up Dumbass [Closed]
Characters: caesarstrike and penny_dancer
Content: Genius Akihiko managed to shoot himself, so he's off to get it fixed up. Hilarity may or may not ensue.
Setting: Convoy, infirmary
Time: June 21, early evening
Warnings: Well, blood.
Shit happens. That's life. But accidentally shooting yourself while trying to clean up a huge mess, well, that's closer to "why did this happen to me. It would be so much funnier if it were happening to someone else." But there's nothing he can do about it now, just limp his way over to the infirmary while pretending he's walking just fine and hope that the magic lasts long enough for him to get there.
He'd used Caesar to stem the bleeding, but not enough to really heal it. A bullet wasn't a flesh wound, after all, and it had to get removed before it got infected, and things really got worse. He hates infirmaries and hospitals, he really does, but there's no choice now. By the time he makes it there he can feel the magic wearing away and the blood starting to leak through the makeshift bandage. He knocks on the door, and hopes the answer's quick.
Content: Genius Akihiko managed to shoot himself, so he's off to get it fixed up. Hilarity may or may not ensue.
Setting: Convoy, infirmary
Time: June 21, early evening
Warnings: Well, blood.
Shit happens. That's life. But accidentally shooting yourself while trying to clean up a huge mess, well, that's closer to "why did this happen to me. It would be so much funnier if it were happening to someone else." But there's nothing he can do about it now, just limp his way over to the infirmary while pretending he's walking just fine and hope that the magic lasts long enough for him to get there.
He'd used Caesar to stem the bleeding, but not enough to really heal it. A bullet wasn't a flesh wound, after all, and it had to get removed before it got infected, and things really got worse. He hates infirmaries and hospitals, he really does, but there's no choice now. By the time he makes it there he can feel the magic wearing away and the blood starting to leak through the makeshift bandage. He knocks on the door, and hopes the answer's quick.