She's quiet before she steps forward. "I could try to help? I have a bottle, in my room, of cordial from the juice of a fire flower. It...it's supposed to heal all ailments. The wounded, the sick..."
"I-- I guess, that's how it's usually done." She shakes her head. "I didn't see him do anything, I just found him. I don't even know who he is. Fuck, I hope he's okay."
I'm a doctor. *kneels beside Mark, examining him* -- I don't have any medical supplies with me. If I tell you where my room is, can you go get my things? I need to work fast.
Neil has stumbled on the scene still chatting with Jackrabbit if that's all right with you, because LJ is starting to cram that thread against the scroll bar. XD He grimaces, and not because he's in pain anymore.
"Since we-" and Neil is still not sure what 'we' are, but he knows Mark is one of his own kind- "don't inknow, when people really hurt they try to kill themselves to get away from it all."
"It's in our fragile emotional makeup, I suppose." An ironic thing for a psychotic 'caretaker' to observe, to be sure. "As easy to dispose of our fragile bodies. But- ah- should we be speculating about this over the victim?"
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Is he going to be okay?
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"Ah?What happened?"
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"Since we-" and Neil is still not sure what 'we' are, but he knows Mark is one of his own kind- "don't inknow, when people really hurt they try to kill themselves to get away from it all."
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