OH SH!T LOOK AT THAT ― open + injury

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    He had gotten into a bit of a fight with a rather irritated rouge, just trying to get the guy off lands he didn't belong in after he was caught stealing food and trying to take small pieces of the territory for his own. Unfortunately, he was not in the mood for confrontation and attacked first, though there was no time for questions later because he didn't want to hang about.


    So, to get it over with quickly and efficiently, he stabbed John and ran off before trouble arrived. And the male hadn't even seen it coming, it just...happened.


    Leaning against a tree while holding a small cloth he was able to get to his injury, John groaned in pain and at his own stupidity. Breathing hurt more by the second. His cloth was turning red, originally white, and the fur around the wound was slick and shining, sticking to his skin in a rather uncomfortable manner.


    "Damn..."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]Ah, fights. All the fights Alex has ever been in are verbal fights, battles of eloquence and thought that spin the heads of everyone spectating. Usually his opponent slinks away in defeat, amazed and astonished by his top-notch brain. Or, sometimes, they'll get angry enough to physically attack him, at which he will flee. He wishes he can stay and fight, but he doesn't have any fighting experience apart from the occasional clumsy attempt to spar by himself. He doesn't have a mentor to train with, either, so he's quite alone.


    John evidently doesn't share the same experiences. Alexander bounds up to him, the friendly smile that was making its way across his maw fading into tight-lipped concern. "John, are you— oh my god!" He gasps, eyes roving over his bloodstained fur and the knife wound centered like a red jewel. "Are you okay? Do you need a medic? Who did this to you? Surely it can't have been one of ours!" He almost goes on to babble for an hour, but he catches himself in time and calls out, "I THINK WE NEED A MEDIC HERE."


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    He let out a small, nervous laugh. That hurt too. "Guess not everyone can be civil." He just sat there, really not in any shape to do anything else, trying to stop the bleeding the best he could. He couldn't really focus, so he was a bit out of it for the most part. All of Alex's ranting went right over his head, up until where he called for a medic. Oh. Oh, cool.


    "Yeah, I think so." Stop joking around, Laurens. You just got stabbed.


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    she knew that alex's ranting sometimes was ignored, so when she approached, she was glad that at least some of it was heard. the fem flicked her tail, conjuring up another handkerchief, and handing it to john. "here. i don't think your other one is stopping too much." she offered. he didn't seem to be in that bad of pain, so maybe the injury was just on the surface? then again, pain tolerance was a thing.
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    Rebelliousbehaviour approached with a dumbstruck look on his face "you, uh, you realize handkerchiefs aren't going to do much right?" he queried, an eyebrow raised as he watched on. Shaking his head he muttered something along the lines of 'bloody imbeciles' before he proceeded to conjure up alcohol and bandages before attempting to gently push the others to the side. Reb was no medic but he wasn't an idiot either, "christ, doesn't anyone know how to fix something as simple as this?" he muttered before glancing up at John. "If it's alright with you I'll tip some alcohol on it to prevent infection, stitch it up and bandage it, you good with that?" he questioned though he probably would continue on regardless. "Also if you spot an asshole within our borders, don't take him on by yourself unless you know you'll win or have no other choice."


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    He looked up at Rebelliousbehavior with a frown, tail slapping the ground. "First of all, yes. I am quite fine with that. Second, if this had been a real fight, I would've chased that good for nothing punk right out with his tail between his legs! I was simply trying to get him off the territory in a civil manner, as he was claiming what simply did not belong to him, but the brute decided to shove a knife up my chest and run off like a coward. Probably because he knew he couldn't beat a fully trained man, er...dog, bigger than he was!" Now he was ranting. That didn't help his bleeding, in fact it only made things worse, and he was cut short when he felt searing pain and clutched his bloody chest as his entire body tensed up suddenly. "Oh...God dammit!"


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    rho trotted over quickly, taking a quick scan over the male before she demanded "s-s-sit s-still." she began to take things out to stop the bleeding and make sure infection didn't spread "w-w-what h-happened h-here, john?" she questioned as she began cleaning and dressing the wounds.





    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][font=arial][size=8]Mary's eyes widened at the smell of blood. "Let me help with that," she would say to her apprentice. Using alcohol for that wound... ouch. That would hurt a lot. She conjured a towel, deciding to clean the blood off before she used any alcohol. It... really didn't make a difference, but she still did it, the towel turning red.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 8pt verdana; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px; line-height: 13px]Of course, Electrakit seemed more concerned with how the 'battle' went than the guy's actual wound, but it was what it was. Padding over with wide eyes, she bounced around at the black canine's paws, probably getting in the way of the medics. [b]"Did ya teach him a lesson? Was it scary? What did he look like? What happened? Did he run off scared? I wanna know all the details!"     Cried the overly excited British kit.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]Others have already moved to assist John with their medical whatever, so he willingly places himself by the sidelines. Mostly. He looks over everyone's shoulders and mutters quiet concern to himself.


    /i lost muse tbh im sorry aaaa


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