Escaping the Jaws of Fate (quite literally)

[unyieldinghope]

[He collapses where he ends up, just another empty corridor with a few twists and turns connecting to it. Circulatory fluid meant to keep his systems cooled and keep internal mechanisms functioning smoothly spills from the frightening wound in his neck, lubrication seeping from the exposed portion of his face. It's a grotesque sight, to be certain

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X hog.

[boobclocks]

*Doot doot just walking around a corner like a normal person doing normal thin-OH GOD. Zero goes full blast toward the motionless body.*

X! X? What happened?

Nah... Main headvoice is just very vocal.

[unyieldinghope]

[There's no response; really not much of one to get from an offline repliroid. The trickle of vital fluids has yet to slow, and they've pooled to create a sort of greyish, twisted halo.]

[boobclocks]

*It's not like he has any clothing to tear off to at least make some kind of bandage, and the only person he's seen around with the kind of knowledge and supplies required to repair something like this is Wily. Considering his reaction to simply bringing him in there, he doesn't want to know how the man would react to being asked to repair X. He's keeping his cool, but that doesn't mean he has any idea what to do. He clamps a hand over the wound, his slightly larger hands covering it a bit better than X's could, and picks him up with the other, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling of carrying his wounded partner. He takes off down the hall, kicking doors open and yelling like some kind of madman.*

Can anyone fix a neck wound on a Reploid?

[boobclocks]

~/o/