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Helping My Injured Muse Sentence Starters

"Oh, God, you're bleeding. You're bleeding a lot."

"Stop squirming, I'm trying to help."

"Hang on, I got you."

"Just lean on me, I'll help you walk."

"We should get that looked at."

"Don't tilt your head back, you'll make your nosebleed worse!"

"Just sit up and breathe, ok?"

"Eh, you'll be fine. I think. Maybe."

"What ever you do, don't go to sleep. Stay awake."

"Oooooo. That looks painful."

"Oh, thank God! Don't scare me like that!"

"How the hell did you do this to yourself?"

"Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?"

"You stopped breathing."

"Oh look, it's alive."

"Take deep breaths, you'll be fine."

"Arms shouldn't move like that..."

"What happened to your leg?!"

"Yep, that's broken alright. How'd you manage that?"

"Here's some ice."

"You're welcome, by the way."

"Do you need an ice pack for that shiner?"

"Yeesh, you look like shit."

"Wait, you were mugged?!"

"Is that a stab/gunshot wound?"

"Ok, ew. I'm not cleaning that up."

"Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head."

"You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn't be moving arou d too much if I were you."

"We thought you were dead!"

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?"

"Can you walk on your own?"

"You're getting blood on my clothes!"

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

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@insaniare | greeter!

     His journey abroad has been... very, very interesting so far. 

     It isn’t as if he’s never left Rome — on the contrary, this is simply one of many trips that necessitate digging out his passport to investigate some anomaly or another... though he’s been more interested in seeing the sights and people watching than dedicating himself wholeheartedly to his task.

     Don’t get him wrong, he intends to put 110% of himself into discovering what he can about these incidents but Abel figures – these being quite gruesome, unorthodox murders committed by, if his theory is correct, inhuman predators – it can’t hurt a smidgen to hear whatever the locals might know. He’s somewhat rusty with his foreign languages but, well, it’s just like riding a bike. 

     Some of his coworkers tried to convince him into bringing normal clothes to stay in, aside from his robes. But that would be weird, wouldn’t it?

          “Excuse me–” He pulls out the newspaper as if from thin air, lips curling in a minute smile as he holds it out, headline bared: THREE MORE DEAD, POLICE DECLARE SERIAL KILLINGS. “Sorry to bother you, but have you heard anything about this maybe? I’m not from here and can’t seem to find out much on my own. Anything you have would be helpful, really~”

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Somehow I survived the day so I’m gonna rebloob a meme or two and probably write some greeters if I can come up with anything.

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all griping aside, hopefully i’ll be able to get on this blog after work tonight and throw out some greeters.

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     #pray4mypages

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I like this way how Sola usually draw Abel with white lilies like she wants to say “I know nothing, my sweet child is a pure innocent”

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St Barbara Cathedral, Kutná Hora, Czech Republic

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