And We're Going Down [Active, Open]

[machitobaye]

Characters: Machi Tobaye, Anna Marshall.
Setting: Just outside the grand room.
Time: Sunset 007
Summary: Machi's bug comes out. It hurts!
Warnings: Gore, some language, graphic descriptions of pain and something tunnelling through someone's body. Holes in abdominal walls, etc.

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[magicmelodic]

It hurt. It hurt and it burned and it bled, and it wouldn't stop. There was no question why she had been vomiting before, just to look at the insect; it was huge, far too large for her throat or windpipe to have comfortably accommodated naturally. But this wasn't natural, and she hadn't been given a choice, and she was hurt, and these stupid goddamned doll-things wouldn't leave her the hell alone. She had no idea when the things had animated themselves, but they just looked wrong, not like dolls at all, and they were tearing at her legs as far up as they could reach if she let them

[machitobaye]

Machi was in too much shock and pain to even know she was there. He lay curled up on the floor, bleeding badly, the agony and horror overloading his mental system. He didn't hear the furniture breathing. He didn't hear anything at all except his own heartbeat, and that intermittently, but what he was really aware of was the hole. He could feel it. All his other senses felt was the pain, but he was infinitely aware of the hole... the hole in his body where it had come out... where it had come out, torn out through his body--he felt like he was going to be sick and his body spasmed, though he didn't uncurl. Even after everything that had happened, everything that he had already experienced... the... he felt like he was going to be sick, agonised from the pain, the shock, the horror, but he didn't have the power, the physical ability for it, he couldn't do to do anything but lie there, the blood from the abdominal wound soaking his rotting arms and hands. He was going to die again

[magicmelodic]

Anna was startled, but refused to jump, having not been expecting the sudden response, or the attempted shove. She knew people went delirious with pain, so as odd as the actions were, it didn't fully surprise her; she held onto Machi firmly, shaking her head at his demand. No, no, no she wouldn't let him go. She wasn't going to just leave him out here to die..... What the hell kind of mother would she be if she left behind one of her children when she could at least try to help them? Not one she wanted to know, much less wanted to beThe door was already ajar; Anna pushed inside and kicked it shut behind her, relieved to find that the dolls were still ruined messes the way she had left them. Just to be safe, she shifted Machi's weight to free one hand, tossing them into the toilet and flushing before she dug the first aid kit from the cabinet. She knelt to lay him down, mind racing--she wasn't a medical professional. She didn't know almost anything about health care this severe. Minor cuts and scrapes, bruises and burns, stings or

[machitobaye]

His field of vision had narrowed considerably and her face elicited no understanding whatsoever--it was just a face, or a thing, seen through a distorted focus of confusion and pain. It wasn't until she had actually lifted him that recognition dawned at all, dribbling slowly into his brain as though through a pinprick allowance. It was a monumental struggle to transfer his consciousness from the hole in his body--the hole, the hole--to anything else, anything at all, let alone conscious thought, and for several long seconds he stared emptily at her, his breathing laboured and irregular. Finally he managed a word, just one, half questioning, almost scared. "....Anna?" The pain was hazing everything over but he tried to hold on, the effect filling his skull and making his head heavy. "I... I'm okay. I'm okay. It's--ow... I'm okay." He almost tried to sit up, not registering that he wasn't on the ground any more, but the pain stopped him before reality did and he fell back, grabbing onto Anna with his monstrous limbs in desperation and

[magicmelodic]

Anna nodded at the questioning, relieved to see that Machi was coherent enough, aware enough to recognize her and speak, even if only a little. She shook her head again, insistent. He was not okay, and he definitely needed treatment. She put him down on the floor and ignored being clung to as best she could, opening the disinfectant she found, and wetting a cotton pad with it to try and clean the wound as quickly as she could. She might not have known much about first aid, but she did know that not cleaning wounds meant infections, and that was bad business. And she did know some about bandaging, if only from the phantasms doing it to her throat, and imitating that process on herself to keep the stitches clean and healing alright

[machitobaye]

"Ah!" Machi protested her ministrations immediately, or at least as soon as he understood what she was doing--letting go, he struggled to block her access to the hole with his blood-coated rotting hands, trying to push her away from the wound. He could not, however, sit up, and the sudden movements caused such intense agony that he fell back, still fighting against her in a haze of pain and fear. It wasn't a conscious decision on his part so much as an instinctive one, fueled by panic, maddening disorientation and a mental confusion so thick it was almost tangible, choking his head and sinus cavity. "No... no, I'm okay! Please! I'm sorry! He had no sense of direction, just an overwhelming sense of shock and pain--his harsh, irregular breathing and rapid, shallow pulse grew worse, his level of comprehension and sense dropping with the constant blood, which had soaked through his visible clothing and begun to pool on the floor. The ragged, uneven edges of the hole were thick with it, viscous and deep red, the torn flesh exposing an