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Having just switched off her radio, Brie managed to find her way to Cecil before Rook had, carrying the bandages in hand. Approaching the taller man, the needed item was waved as she greeted him.

"How on earth did you manage to shoot yourself?" She asked, still trying to mask the amusement on her face. "Where did you even get a gun?" Of course, this was before Brie even knew that they were actually holding a game of Russian Roulette. Luckily, she hadn't made the mistake of walking into that room yet.

Trying to steady out his breathing Cecil was doing his best to focus beyond the pain. He had never been shot before and he definitely didn't recommend it as a character building experience.

His eyes were closed by the time Brie arrived but he opened them as soon as she spoke, his smile awkward but at least still in place. "By luck I guess." His free hand lifted to gesture toward the dark room.

"Avoid the room. I wasn't sure what it was until it was too late. I didn't want to shoot anyone so I tried to aim for the floor..." He pulled his hand away from his side where the bullet had bounced back and hit him in an upward angle. There was blood everywhere, his hand had done little to slow it down. "Obviously my aim is better than I thought. I still managed to hit something."

His attention turned to Rook the moment he arrived and he let out another groan. "Come on man, cut me some slack. I was trying not to hit anyone. Have pity on the wounded."

"You need to relearn the definition of luck, man." He wiped a tear from his eye, having mostly got his laughter under control. Humor factor aside, Cecil really had done a number on himself and wasn't looking too good.

Though, at the mention of the doctor, Rook violently shook his head at Cecil, mouthing 'no,' from behind Brie. To put it bluntly, the doctor she spoke of was a sadist. He would probably hurt Cecil deliberately during the process of helping him, just for kicks. "I uhh, called for Charlie on the radio. Lets see if he answers first, if not, you can try your uhh... Doctor friend... yeah..."

Rook had no idea what room Cecil spoke of but he was mildly curious. Not enough to explore it himself, mind. He had had enough of his curiosity getting him into trouble for one night. But he would like to know more details. "Aww count on you to helping others even in a situation like that, yah big softie." He grinned at he man, patting him lightly on the head. "So what happened, bullet ricochet or something?" He asked, coming to crouch down beside the two of them.

Charlie of course had heard the call, or at least some of it. One of the Radio people who heard ended up finding him and telling him that someone was hurt.

Approaching the scene he recognized two of the people present immediately, the third was a mystery. "Cecil, man i just left you alone for five minutes..." He had played blackjack with him what felt like minutes prior, either way he glanced briefly and nodded Towards Rook - the woman who seemed to be cleaning the wound only received a quicker nod. Charlie gave Cecil a quick once over, being a gentle with his touch as possible, and winced. Honestly the 'how' or 'why' didn't matter much at this point- what mattered more was there was no exit wound. "Ok i'm going to be straight with you No sugar coating." He folded his arms across his chest and looked down at the wounded man. "I was attending the University to get my doctorate in sports medicine. I am not certified,so technically i am not a real doctor. I did attend a special high school which had a medical program to prep us for medical degrees, so i do know some of what i am doing." Why was he telling Cecil this? Because....frankly he wasn't going to like the next part.

"We are going to have to dig the slug out." He would understand if Cecil demanded a real doctor - there might be one around.

Rook was more than relieved that Cecil took the warning and decided against calling the doctor and pleased that he didn't alert Brie as to why. He had no idea what her relationship was with the doctor and if he had just wronged him by choosing against calling him.

"Yeah! Charlie can patch you up real good." He assured the taller man. "And of course, we won't tell anyone, right Brie?" He gave her a sweet natured smile, which said just the opposite. In fact, the second Charlie did show up, Rook had a great big smile on his face and stated-- "Cecil shot himself."

"Yes." He nodded towards Brie, someone he had to assume was a different faction due to her lack of wearing their Jerseys. "And you are?" Normally introductions would be left for later, but if he needed help he needed to know what to call the woman.

Though that question was answered a second later, Rook seemed to know the woman. That was enough to earn a frown from Charlie towards the orange haired boy- did they just meet?

"Gotta say Cecil, if this is your idea of partying i would stop asap. Both for your sake, and from a doctors standpoint." That was followed by a shrug. "I'm not exactly known to sugarcoat things." He flicked his eyes to Rook, hoping he would at least confirm his words. "In the end it's up to you. Either i can perform the extraction, or you can sit here and stain the rug while we try and find another doctor."

Rook responded to Cecil with an enthusiastic thumbs up, before flashing a look at Brie that said, 'it was too good to pass up.'

"Oh! That's right. You two haven't met have you?" He motioned between both Charlie and Brie. "Charlie this is Briehe--Brie. Brie, this is Charlie. Charlie is one of our leaders and one of the reasons why we're still alive. He also patches us up when we foolishly shoot ourselves." The last part was said with an amused look that was directed right at Cecil. Who by now probably just wanted the bullet out.

"Erm yeah, sorry big guy, Charlie gives it to you straight. But at least he's honest right? Its not like he said your bleeding out, or could die, or--"