#z-50

It had been a rough run. Too rough. Comet was running, trying to pull the lever in time as bullets flew through the air, he could hear his boyfriend behind him yelp in pain as he finally flipped the switch. HQ held his chest, a shot clean through his lung. This wouldn't be too bad if it wasn't for the fact they had lost HQ's ferryman tokens during a run in with Pandemonium causing him to drop some, and misplace others. Comet rushed to his side, helping him walk, "oh no.. oh no no no, it will be okay, breath slow and steady I.. the gardens shouldn't be too far from here. Mallard is a doctor right?" HQ started to try and talk but all he could do is cough up blood... lots of it. Walking was heavy, so was his head, his chest ached and it felt like he was drowning. Comet at some point had picked him up and was carrying him, running as fast as he could. Everything was spinning, it all hurt.

Mallard woke to the sound of foot steps rushing into it's hide away, startled it looks to see who and what, only to met with a gruesome sight. HQ was already starting to loose the color in his skin, his eyes looking glossy. "Need help, now!" Comet spared no time, setting his boyfriend on the ground, trying to undo his formal attire to check the wound closely. "He got shot, lung I think." Mallard held it's head in confusion, unable to talk all it could do was shake it's head and start looking for a scalpel or something to preform an emergency surgery... . . . When Mallard got back, the sight it saw was horrifically worse. The life had all but seemingly left HQ's eyes, Comet was elbows deep in his blood, a lung tossed grossly to the side. Fresh red blood pooled the ground, he was as good as dead. Something glimmered, a red mass sparkling in Comet's hand. His own lung, his chest glowed as his body rapidly healed his self inflicted wound. He was trying to perform a transplant, Comet was no doctor. This was messy, far too messy. It took everything in Mallard to not throw up.