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3/3/2016 1:29:42 AM
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"STOP. PUTTING. THESE. IMAGES. IN MY. MIND. I'm trying to help you, what hurts... And I'm sorry about this."
[b]he pulls a dagger from his shirt pocket and slices him slowly down the middle to check for internal injury.[/b]
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[b]The heart wasn't even beating and he was slowly falling asleep even though he was cut open [/b]
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"HEY! Stay with me here. What hurts? I know your dead but I don't really know how to help you if you can't tell me what's up... Damn it Caroline, you couldn't have taught me anything?"
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[b]after closer examination there was actually a hose clamp around the valves of his heart which had thousands of scars, there's a few bits and pieces of broken metal scattered throughout the cavity[/b]
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[b]he removes them as Quickly as possible and carefully undoes the clamp from his heart valves, hoping to leave them intact.[/b] "Hey. HAY! HEEEEY! Stay awake, okay? Can't have you passing out on me."
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[b]he started reaching for his handgun[/b]
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Edited by Cosmic: 3/3/2016 11:28:08 AM"No! I'm trying to help you!" [b]he full on punts it across the room and begins sewing him up [/b]
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[b]the stitching breaks, he sees a second handgun but with a pull of the trigger the gun's slide locks open revealing it's empty[/b] Damn
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"Why?" [b]he continues to restitch the wound and throws him over his shoulders.[/b] "C'mon, let's get you to the medbay..."
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But my gun...I need it
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"Don't worry, I'll get it to you, you need to rest." [b]his eyes flash for a moment, memories flooding back into his mind[/b]
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I don't want rest unless its eternal
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[b]he walks into the medbay, laying him in a bed.[/b] "Sorry, you aren't recieving that for a long while."
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[b]he attempts to get up but seeing his condition several doctors pin him down, they get thrown back and a low growling comes from his throat probably an indicator that shouldn't be ignored[/b]
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[b]Wheatley goes flying backward. He draws a red .44 caliber revolver and readies to fire if need be[/b] "CALM DOWN MAN, NO ONES HERE TO HURT YOU!"
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[b]he's crouched over like a dog lightly panting, the mere fact he's hesitating is a sign he hasn't completely lost it yet[/b]
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"Calm down man... We aren't here to hurt you. Where's Tiberius? He can help us."
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[b]at the mention of Tiberius the growling gets louder, a nurse noticed the collar on his neck and gestured to it slightly[/b]
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[b]he shoots the collar, hoping to shoot it off[/b]
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[b]the bullet ricochets and infuriates him, the instant he recovered from the recoil the gun was bitten out of his grasp and thrown, it was like watching a cornered animal planning an escape [/b]
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[b]he jumps forward and begins to hack away at the collar with a hatchet[/b]
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[b]he bit down on the hatchet and broke it on the first swing, a doctor pulls him back before he could get bitten and whispers in his ear[/b] [i]you're only making him angrier, you should try doing things his way or find something to calm him down otherwise we have to evacuate this section of the ship[/i]
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"It'll be fine... Restrain him." [b]Wheatley runs off momentarily for... Something[/b]
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[b]they keep an eye on him and one slowly approaches at a time[/b]
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[b]wheatley comes bursting through a door with Tiberius in his arms, hoping he could calm his father down[/b]
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[b]when he got in the room all hell had broken lose, there were claw marks all over the walls and scattered equipment, they managed to pin him down on the floor and attached a leash to the collar on his neck for a little more restraint[/b] [i]How is he going to help with our rampaging monster?[/i]
