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If he was being true to himself, he would admit to Brie the 'why' part of the hoodie. Truthfully he wore it both as a sword and a shield. The hoodie resembled their school mascot, it hopefully gave other university members a little hope remembering good times. Unfortunately, Charlie wasn't exactly an open book. Still, feeling a little sly, he would give her an answer, if not the one she wanted. "Neigh." Sorry Brie, this one didn't fart rainbows.

Snorting once, he gave Rook a slightly exasperated, slightly amused look. "Please Rook, do keep scaring the poor man." Charlie too was used to Rooks 'charms'.

One permission was given, it was like a switch went off in Charlies head. Shrugging out of both the Unicorn Hoodie and the Brown jacket he had grown accustomed to wearing together, he placed them on the ground some feet away. Rolling up his sleeves, he quickly removed his top-most shirt. Charlie tended to wear layers, who said they weren't useful? "Brie, what exactly do you have in that bag of yours?" He pushed his way next to the woman, pressing his shirt against the wound. He resisted the urge to push a little harder than needed, it seemed that nickname of his was catching - he refused to respond to it. He could at least try and stop some of the bleeding while he found out what he had to work with.

"Uh, too late for that, buddy." Rook said, glancing at the dark stain of red on the already red carpet.

There was a 'ow' muttered when Brie smacked him on the back, followed by a light shrug at Charlie. "Hey! I didn't, I was being reassuring!" He pointed out. "I could have been like, 'Holy s**t! That is a lot of blood.' or 'He's looking really pale.' But I didn't, right?" See, he was a good friend.

"We will need some of that." He nodded towards Brie once again, thankful for her aid even if she was not a part of their faction.

"Cecil, as much as Rook deserves that pain, please try not to break each other anymore. I'm the one who has to put you back together and sometimes i really grow tired of playing puzzle." He looked to Rook a second later, sighing. "As much as i appreciate your company, Rook, just take this advice: please don't piss off people bigger than you."

Charlie grabbed at the alcohol next, pouring some over his hands. He had no gloves but the least he could do was make sure his hands were as clean as possible. Gently he peeled back the shirt from the would, pressing his fingers lightly around the entrance hole. "I need you two to hold him, this is probably going to hurt." He would wait for the pair to do so before he started. If charlie was right, Cecil was damn lucky and the bullet didn't go too deep. If it was true and the bullet bounced off the ground to hit him, it would have lost some of the force behind it. There would have been a hell of a lot more blood, or further damage, otherwise. Unfortunately, Charlie didn't have access to the correct tools. "Try and hold still." He muttered a moment before shoving his finger inside without warning. Ah - he was right. The slug was just barely inside from the way it felt, but deep enough that it looked worse from the exterior. Being as quick as possible, he knew this would hurt no matter how gentle he was, he removed the bullet. Best be quick so the pain is over faster. Dropping it to the side rather unceremoniously, he grabbed the compress he was using before - once again applying pressure. "Brie we will need the bandages, Rook could you grab the Alcohol and be ready to pour some on the wound before we dress it?" Last thing Cecil would need was an infection.

Rook was about to take Cecil's hand when Charlie spoke up, which made him think twice on the matter, and ended up retracting it. "But then I wouldn't get to piss off anyone!" Which was probably the point.

Fortunately for all of them the matter was quickly dropped when Charlie asked him to hold down the man, which he did. He even behaved and stayed put until Charlie gave him permission to move again by requesting the alcohol.

"Yeah, what Brie said. No drinking, eh?" He waved the bottle, allowing the contents to get a good swish before he handed it over to Charlie.

"Trust me, this alcohol is NOT something you want to drink." He muttered, taking the bottle from Rook. "This is Isopropyl alcohol, AKA rubbing Alcohol, used for medical reasons only." It was actually the medical standard, this being 70%. "This stuff would likely make you sick as hell if you drank it."

Once he was finished cleaning the wound, Charlie took a piece of the tattered cloth from earlier (a clean one) and pressed it to the wound before wrapping Bries medical tape around his body. "These people are more likely to shoot you where you stand if you show weakness, i wouldn't show them you are hurt." This Casino was ******** up beyond all belief.

"Okay, there. All done. Try not to move too much ok. I would say not to move at all but...." He glanced around. "Hard not to these days." Maybe Cecil could rest when they got back to the Dorms, If they all got back...

"Yeah! They'd probably just up your price and claim you were seasoned." He helpfully added. "I agree with Charlie though, don't let them know you're injured." He paused, having already followed Brie's cue and started to walk away. "And don't get yourself shot again, please."