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[worse_on_friday]

When Mayko reached for his arm, Gus took her hand, with the hand he hadn't been using to catch blood from his nose and drew her out of the room with him, stumbling slightly. He needed a doctor. He needed to not be in this room just now

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[mayko_tran]

Mayko doesn't have anything on her to help stop the blood, and after letting him rest there for just a moment she tugs him away from the wall again. "This way," she says, with only a single look back at the rec room. She is going to find out what happened there. "Let's get you looked at, all right? That's a lot of blood."

[worse_on_friday]

"I think he broke my nose," said Gus, or, at least, that was what he meant to say. With his swollen nose, it came out more of a mumble. "Christ."

He lets Mayko lead him, though. No point in arguing when you're as covered in your own blood as he appears to be.

[mayko_tran]

"What the fuck were you guys doing?" she asks him as they walk the short distance through the lab to the clinic area. "No, don't answer that. First we'll find someone to stop the bleeding, then someone can explain."

[worse_on_friday]

Gus had been about to protest that he wasn't doing anything, but from the tone of her voice, he figured, muzzily, that it wouldn't get him anywhere anyway.

"Where's Hamlet?"