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"No I'm not!" She growled. Then when she heard his question, her expression softened. "It's no use..." The tears continued to stream down her face. "He's dead already..."

(Finally! ... and don't choke the poor man, the blood is coming from his mouth. xD)
"He started coughing up blood a minute ago." Strider informed with sudden mysterious authority, though his eye never left the girl's huddled form. "He might have suffered a concussion earlier and he doesn't seem well oriented, but I think the blood is a symptom from an earlier illness, you'll need to get his records for his name, he can't seem to talk straight. He's a applicator for the teacher's position here."
He pushed himself from the door post and quietly took the four steps needed to reach her. He knelt down carefully, but did not touch her.
"Listen," he said softly, "I know you're upset, and probably scared, but I'm going to need you to calm down and do a few things for me. Can you do that for me?"

"Ok guys, I need medicine, go to the green house and tell the man in charge to give you something to clear the lungs and slow bleeding. I also need someone to transmute a tube and vacuum so we can get some of that out of his lungs." Vanyel said immediately taking charge of the situation. "Go, now!"

She didn't listen to the first boy. Instead she listened to the one who was taking charge. "I'll get the medcine. I don't think I should transmute anything else for awhile..." Pushing herself up she left to get the stuff.

Tropious had untell now simply been laying down vomiting blood into that hancerchief, lisining to the coversations of those around him. From his eves droping he was groing more and more contempt for this menkuta kid, or whatever his name was. He decided that this year would be hell for that disrispectfull little b*****d.
He had been lisening the whole time but it was long after he heard the words of the children that his fevered mind conceved what they where saying, thay wanted to take him to a hispital, he coul not alow them to take him to a hospital...
They would find out, he could never let them know, never. Sadly it was to late to stop them hi was gong under agian.

Strider mentally cursed his lack of skill, for his own transmutations were... less than perfect. He saw the teacher-to-be dropping and becoming more limp. Damn it, he was going unconscious again. There had to be something he could do...
Strider looked quickly to everyone in the room. If the alchemist told someone else to do it, that meant he couldn't do it, neither of the other two were doing anything...
He looked around for materials. Wall- no, plaster and wood. Floor- linoleum or fiber, chair, desk... Come on, there had to be a- Janitor's closet!
He shot across the hall and jiggled the handle: locked. He kicked it down. Now where was- yes!
He hauled out the floor vacuum and knelt onto the floor. He started drawing the circle. No, that was too small, needed it bigger, keep it simple, three points... he finished it quickly, though was not too happy with it. He rolled the vacuum, into the center of the circle and popped open the flap that led tot he inner workings. Alright, see what you have, see what needs to be changed...
He held his hands over the circle, but stopped himself. He brought his hands up in front and prayed. Please, I don't care if I'm the best alchemist, but I need to keep this guy alive, at least until professional help comes...
He brought them apart and placed them onto the edge of the circle.
It was done. The subsiding crackling energy dubbed it so. A perfect replica of a medical vacuum. Guess all that time in the hospital actually paid off. He picked up the machine with the tubing and came back into the room.

((What gives you the idea that he wants to be killed off? The text never indicated death, only becoming unconscious again. He would just say that his heart stopped beating and he stopped breathing, why bother with all the symptoms?
Besides, we're staying in characters, and our characters want to try to save him, there's nothing wrong with that.))

Monkuta didn't move, still watching Vanyel. He checked the side pouch of his back pack quickly, feeling the switch-blade concealed in it for reassurance. Then he walked forward, taking in the events around him.