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Irene did you fucking die

//I'm answering this out of character Irene and her mod are still alive it just so happens that my energy levels are absolute shit. That's what being overworked and struggling for 4 or so years do to you. I'll get to asks as I see fit, but I'm... Definitely not finishing the plague arc. Let's just say Irene stayed in isolation as much as possible, suffered, and is healthy now. If any of you need Irene for important arcs/stories please send me a message beforehand so I know it's important for me to reply! Everyone reading this have a nice day alright?

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*Hours go by. Gravett's trying her best, Scott was pretty badly hurt. The surgery is taking longer than it should, which isn't good news for Scott. But Gravett is pushing herself to their limit. Scott has a huge wound, closed with 12 stitches. Three of the medical staff have been placed to watch Scott in case he wakes up. Or worse, in case the wound starts branching into a dash one. One of the nurses had to escort Gravett to her room. After the room got a quick wipe down, one of the medical staff took it upon themselves to call Lancaster on the walkies to inform him that surgery was complete.*

Hey man. Hope you don't mind if I just-

*stabs and runs off*

CONTENT WARNING FOR LIKE IDK… BLOOD AND GORE AND DESCRIPTIONS OF SUCH. Once again, please read the blog intro for the trigger warning list on this account!!!

*Scott had just wanted to get back to his dorm. To grab some snack and some edibles and then spend the night with his boyfriend. That was all he has wanted.*

*He had barely even managed to register, let alone recognise his attacker by the time they’d slashed him. And it killed, nothing he wasn’t unfortunately used to but this was… bad. Worse than others before. His hand came away sticky and red and he could feel the warmth of his own blood pouring from the gash in his abdomen. Fuck.*

*His eyes were going blurry as he reached for his walkie, sinking to his knees, keeping one hand against the wound. He calls the only person who he can think to tell.*

“Orion. My dorm.. come here. Medical. Now.”

@drlancasterpsychology

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*Gravett puts her arms under Scott's and starts carrying him out, directing Lancaster through the halls. After many twists and turns, they finally reach the operating room. Gravett gently places down Scott on the table.*

Lancaster, I need you to leave. Scott will be fine. Go, now.

*Again, her tone is unsympathetic. One of the medical staff starts helping it put on sterile gloves*

Hey man. Hope you don't mind if I just-

*stabs and runs off*

CONTENT WARNING FOR LIKE IDK… BLOOD AND GORE AND DESCRIPTIONS OF SUCH. Once again, please read the blog intro for the trigger warning list on this account!!!

*Scott had just wanted to get back to his dorm. To grab some snack and some edibles and then spend the night with his boyfriend. That was all he has wanted.*

*He had barely even managed to register, let alone recognise his attacker by the time they’d slashed him. And it killed, nothing he wasn’t unfortunately used to but this was… bad. Worse than others before. His hand came away sticky and red and he could feel the warmth of his own blood pouring from the gash in his abdomen. Fuck.*

*His eyes were going blurry as he reached for his walkie, sinking to his knees, keeping one hand against the wound. He calls the only person who he can think to tell.*

“Orion. My dorm.. come here. Medical. Now.”

@drlancasterpsychology

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*Gravett investigates Scott. Crap, it's not looking good. It grabs her walkie and starts talking into it.*

Prepare the operating room for me. Lancaster and I will be there with Scott in a bit.

*They put her walkie back into her belt and turn to Lancaster.*

Grab his legs. We need to go, now.

( @drlancasterpsychology )

Hey man. Hope you don't mind if I just-

*stabs and runs off*

CONTENT WARNING FOR LIKE IDK… BLOOD AND GORE AND DESCRIPTIONS OF SUCH. Once again, please read the blog intro for the trigger warning list on this account!!!

*Scott had just wanted to get back to his dorm. To grab some snack and some edibles and then spend the night with his boyfriend. That was all he has wanted.*

*He had barely even managed to register, let alone recognise his attacker by the time they’d slashed him. And it killed, nothing he wasn’t unfortunately used to but this was… bad. Worse than others before. His hand came away sticky and red and he could feel the warmth of his own blood pouring from the gash in his abdomen. Fuck.*

*His eyes were going blurry as he reached for his walkie, sinking to his knees, keeping one hand against the wound. He calls the only person who he can think to tell.*

“Orion. My dorm.. come here. Medical. Now.”

@drlancasterpsychology

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*The medical wing has been busy lately, it's always busy. Gravett would prefer if someone who wasn't quite as ill could go, but no one else was available. She came wearing a face mask. An unusual sight for Gravett. They don't hesitate in opening a med kit and splaying it out on Scott's bed. She starts investigating him, practically shoving Lancaster's hands away.*

Lancaster, move.

*There wasn't a trace of sympathy in their voice, just firmness and a hint of urgency. She started applying pressure in just the right spots, wiping away blood to see just enough.*

Hey man. Hope you don't mind if I just-

*stabs and runs off*

CONTENT WARNING FOR LIKE IDK… BLOOD AND GORE AND DESCRIPTIONS OF SUCH. Once again, please read the blog intro for the trigger warning list on this account!!!

*Scott had just wanted to get back to his dorm. To grab some snack and some edibles and then spend the night with his boyfriend. That was all he has wanted.*

*He had barely even managed to register, let alone recognise his attacker by the time they’d slashed him. And it killed, nothing he wasn’t unfortunately used to but this was… bad. Worse than others before. His hand came away sticky and red and he could feel the warmth of his own blood pouring from the gash in his abdomen. Fuck.*

*His eyes were going blurry as he reached for his walkie, sinking to his knees, keeping one hand against the wound. He calls the only person who he can think to tell.*

“Orion. My dorm.. come here. Medical. Now.”

@drlancasterpsychology

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GRAVETT MY CHILD IS ON PROTOWORDS

Congratulations, Lancaster.

*Gravett coughs, and her voice sounds weaker than usual.*

I trust my medical team has been taking their vitals, too?

*They cough again*

If anything happens I reccomend you don't bring your kid to me. I've- *Gravett coughs yet again, more violently this time*

I've put myself in isolation.

( @drlancasterpsychology )

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*Gravett tries talking into the walkie- to no avail. Gravett, despite being infectious, walks down to Alex's dorm. It wasn't a smart choice, but nobody else in the entire medical wing was available. She gently knocked on Alex's door.*

You're not in trouble, I'm just here to check on you.

Alex is in their dorm, they've reopened their wound and are trying to take care of it themself.

*Alex suddenly hears an incoming message on their walkie.*

Hello Alex, it's Gravett. Just checking in, is your wound okay? Over.

(@records-intern)

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*Gravetts voice sounds a little stricter. Not too strict, but not happy either.*

I think you should come back into medical just so one of my staff can check you out.

Alex is in their dorm, they've reopened their wound and are trying to take care of it themself.

*Alex suddenly hears an incoming message on their walkie.*

Hello Alex, it's Gravett. Just checking in, is your wound okay? Over.

(@records-intern)

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Mx. Captor I am not a cup. Please, go see Lancaster about possible delusions if this continues.

Gravett are..... Are you secretly a cup?

*Gravett stares for a moment.*

Have you checked in with psychology lately?

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Gravett are..... Are you secretly a cup?

*Gravett stares for a moment.*

Have you checked in with psychology lately?

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*Gravett has a bad feeling she can't shake.*

It shouldn't be bleeding still. What are you not teling me?

Alex is in their dorm, they've reopened their wound and are trying to take care of it themself.

*Alex suddenly hears an incoming message on their walkie.*

Hello Alex, it's Gravett. Just checking in, is your wound okay? Over.

(@records-intern)

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*Without hesitation, Gravett pulls two zip ties out of her pocket, quickly grabbing Asher's wrists, before tying them together with the zip ties. It's tight, not enough to cut off circulation, but enough to be uncomfortable. She grabs a pair of scissors from another pocket and cuts off the extra long ends. Gravett leaves.*

*spreads butter on you*

*Gravett takes a huge step back, just barely not crashing into the wall. They stare at you, very obviously disgusted.*

Gross! Do not spread butter on me again! You should be keeping your distance to me anyway, I'm infectious.

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You shouldn't have been annoying Lancaster either. Me being infectious is not the issue here. The issue is that I know exactly where to put my pen to shut you up for good, and now I have butter on me.

*spreads butter on you*

*Gravett takes a huge step back, just barely not crashing into the wall. They stare at you, very obviously disgusted.*

Gross! Do not spread butter on me again! You should be keeping your distance to me anyway, I'm infectious.

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hows your plague</3

*Gravett looks visibly more tired, they're wearing a mask still, and have heavy dark bags under her eyes.*

Fine enough to study. Go away, I don't want to infect you, we don't need the extra work.

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hi mx madam twas I who first released the plagues

im wondering if I may commit more tomfoolery

...

*Gravett pulls its walkie out of her pocket.*

Containment? Yes, I need you to come instantly. Someone's been releasing infectious creatures on site staff, and they're in my office.

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*spreads butter on you*

*Gravett takes a huge step back, just barely not crashing into the wall. They stare at you, very obviously disgusted.*

Gross! Do not spread butter on me again! You should be keeping your distance to me anyway, I'm infectious.

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Alex is in their dorm, they've reopened their wound and are trying to take care of it themself.

*Alex suddenly hears an incoming message on their walkie.*

Hello Alex, it's Gravett. Just checking in, is your wound okay? Over.

(@records-intern)