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Not happy was the biggest understatement right now.

Not happy.

Actually, in all honesty, Hel wasn’t sure what to make of what just transpired, aside from a few very obvious facts. One, that was not the Amrita she had been growing more and more attached to, and two, she now had a gaping hole in her chest that ******** hurt like a b***h and needed medical attention ASAP.

Hel could kinda prioritize…hole first, ponder that b***h later.

The trek back to the reaper dorms sucked so bad, and every step to get there was just agony from the tear and broken sternum…and Hel immediately stopped right before the steps of the reaper dorm. She stared at the doors, and suddenly came to a conclusion. She couldn’t go inside. Why? Because then he’d know.

As previously stated…Hel could…sorta…prioritize, but for the most part…not really.

She really just should bite the bullet…but it was foolish hope that she kept clinging to.

She needed to call Mo—

“s**t.” Hel hissed, and immediately reached down the front of her tunic. Her phone. All the blood had been pooling down there and-- She pulled it out and stared. It was covered. “********.” Luckily, it was that DeathProof case, which meant the phone itself was probably fine…but it was just…bloody. Really bloody. Like she had dipped it in a blood bath…Hel smeared her thumb across the screen, trying to unlock the phone. It took a few tries…then it took a few more tries to pull up her contacts, and then a few more times to smear more blood across the screen to make sure she was dialing the right number. Jack forbid she call Mac. Jack forbid.

Hel hit the contact she hoped was Mot’s, that she could decipher through the bloody smears, and brought the phone up to her ear as it rang.

Hel breathed an audibly sigh of relief upon hearing Mot’s voice on the line. Oh thank Jack. “Ya…it is me.” Though the ghoul sounded winded and her voice a bit hoarse. “Uh…I suppose…?” She trailed off for a moment, and shifted her weight a bit outside the reaper dorms.

“Hey uh…Mot…what are you doing right now…?” The way she asked was an all too obvious indicator that she needed something.

“I can not come upstairs!” Hel hissed, her voice now lowering like she was whispering…like…she was worried about being overheard while on the phone with Mot. “Mac has ESPN! He will know something is up if I step foot inside the dorms…!” She trailed off for a moment.

“…I need you to come outside to me…! I uh…” She paused. “…I need you to…use your FEAR healing and uh…a first aid kit…a lot of gauze and a lot of alcohol and…uh…thread and a needle…”

“Uh…trouble…er…kinda…? Well…” Her face twisted. “Mot, shhh…keep your voice down, okay!?. Shhhhhhhh…He will hear you…” She paused. “I am not coming upstairs! He will bust me!”

She paused again.

“I uh…sorta have this wound that…needs to be closed…”

“Oh my Jack, Mot, no!” The ghoul hissed. “Do not yell! I do not want to get in trouble with Mac! Oh my Jack, you are an a**—“

She paused, narrowing her eyes as Mot started to count.

Wow, she was eighteen and that threat still made her anxious.

“What happens at three!?”

"Do it."

Hel really had no idea what she was asking for.

Hel held her breath and waited, almost expecting to be struck down right this moment on the steps—

She flinched as Mot started to yell.

“CANDLE JACK MOT, SHUSH! SHHHHHH! STOP YELLING! YOU WOULD NOT DARE!”

“I HATE YOU, MOT! I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW!”

Then Hel hung up.

But it was okay, because not even nine seconds later, Hel’s voice could be heard screaming: “HE IS LYING! HE IS LYYYYYYYYYYING!” Then Mot’s door flew open and then it slammed shut, and Hel locked it, her chest heaving and more blood gushing down the front as she stared at Mot with wide eyes.

Then pointed at him accusingly.

“You are an awful friend!” Luckily that was just spoken out of anger.