my bias @keonfrog liked for a starter ; w;
“You! YAH!” The medical campus was mostly empty at this time of night-- As were most buildings, streets, and sidewalks. Which meant there were only so many options they had to get help off the book. A large black van skidded to a stop in front of the one person the getaway driver had seen all night. From the look of him, he at least seemed like a medical student. And he didn’t look like a new student, looked like he had some knowhow and fuck they hoped that intuition was right.Â
“You’re in medicine right? We need help get in the fucking car and keep quiet” To which the main side door slid open, revealing a bloody interior that would be a nightmare to detail, some frazzled, beaten up men, all wearing suits in various stages of tatters. There was one male, though, who was much worse off that any of them. He lay on the floor of the van, head propped up by what looked to be bunched up suit-jackets. And while the others who stood around him, men and women alike, were beaten, battered, and spattered with blood, the dark haired male was covered in it, and some if it, at least the substantial amount leaking from various wounds, seemed to be entirely his own. And if the crimson state of the floor around him was any further interior, a lot had been leaking out of him in however long this getaway had taken. He was a young male, barely in his twenties. His eyes fluttered somewhere dangerously between various stages of semi-consciousness, body shivering and jolting with weak, pained tremors
“S-...Sam! Sam! Stay with us yeah? J-just a bit long-l-longer” Another boy, seemingly younger, was kneeling beside him, eyes wide and frantic, trembling fingers pressed against the blood soaked underside of his jaw, while a woman pressed whatever cloth she could find against his body. Every cloth was slowly being dyed a deep, menacing red. She looked back to the open door, gaze a frantic glare, “Are you gonna stand there or are you gonna help?!” As though they were giving the poor kid a choice...
