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 Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 3:58 pm
Diesel was out cold. While the last conk to his head hadn't completely taken him out, the blood loss and pain had, thought it hadn't been soon enough when the demonic darkness follower had gone down upon him in a frenzy. He only moaned a little as his wounds were prodded, stirring restlessly, his eyelids fluttering as he replayed the horrible visage of his opponent's face over in his mind.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 4:48 pm
Moro inspected the wounds, then clicked open his bag. Prodding around, he pulled out some gauze and some wraps. "MMmm." He mumbled to Diesel before jabbing some gauze into the worst of the wounds to staunch it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 5:20 pm
Well that woke him up. The rough handling of his wounds opened his eyes wide and nearly bolted upright he cried out. It took him a moment to focus his eyes, half fearing he might see the weird marionette girl, though this time it was a blue stitched up boy. "Oy, careful there," he groans, before laying back down.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 6:05 pm
Moro withdrew his bloody hands from Diesel as he sat up suddenly. His face was impassive as the other looked at him, scolded him, and laid back down. "NNnnnrgh." Moro grumbled at the command to be more gentle. Reaching into his bag he pulled out a bottle of disinfectant, and simply squirted a liberal stream over Disel's stabbed and clawed flesh. "Mmm. Mmmnnnneh." He mumbled from his stitched lips.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 6:29 pm
Diesel sighed. He supposed with the stitched up mouth he couldn't say much. He wasn't sure of how good at this whole healing gig he was though, with his techniques, or lack thereof. "Ungh, maybe you could just..take me back to camp..and I can just rest...or something," he was afraid to even ask for pain killers even as all the antiseptic was sprayed all over him. He winced, hissing through his teeth.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 7:01 pm
Moro lifted a finger in a 'wait' gesture as he grabbed a cloth and patted down the excess disinfectant and the bubbling mess that rose in it's wake. Once satisfied he'd dried enough of Diesel off, he simply tossed the bloody cloth over his shoulder and rummaged around for a case containing needle and string. His lips actually turned upwards into a scarily happy smile as he threaded the needle, and bent over Diesel to start stitching with fingers that moves far more quickly, lightly, and skillfully with the needle then he had with the gauze.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 7:11 pm
Diesel visibly swallowed as he saw the needle and...the smile. "Oh boy," he mumbled as he tried to keep still. Oh well a least he wasn't flirting with him or saying creepy things like 'Love me" like the last one was. "Are you a mastermind follower?" he asks, since he doesn't recognize him. Well he supposed he could be a corrupter follower, but he wasn't so sure about that.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 7:49 pm
"Mmhmmm" Moro managed to hum in answer to Diesel's question. he tied off each stitching, and then with a snip of some seriously tiny scissors, he packed up his healer kit and slung it over his shoulder. Moro braced his knee against the ground, reached to grab Diesel by the upper arm, and hauled back to pull the other to his feet. It was time to get Diesel back to the camp, and a cot, where he could do that laying down thing he wanted before he started stitching.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 7:59 pm
"Ah, well thank you, for your help...wish I could ask your name, but... um, unless it's MmmMmm, I doubt you could tell me. Maybe I'll have you write it down when we get back to camp," he prattles, feeling better, but as he was helped up very glad to be able to head back to be more comfy.
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