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i'm kinda stuck.
i just need to know
how long it takes to heal.

[oh no]

[no no no no]

define stuck depends on the injury

what do you think stuck means??
can it stop bleedin?
or like you gotta bleed out first
then it heals you up?
you said people don't die right?

Where are you.

I will do this the hard way.

[ UGH what a piece of shit dad trying to show that he cares. The reception is going to sound a little bad and muffled when Jr takes it to voice as well. ]

Can't a guy fuckin' die in peace if that's the case? [ He's joking. Mostly. ] I was scavengin' for some stuff and I sort of... fell. A lot.

[ Through a couple floors whoops. ]

I'm pretty sure no vital organs have been punctured. I'm just sort of... stuck on somethin'.

Jesus ch--

[Cuts off to hyperventilate a moment]

[Fuck Yuy, that bad influence mother--]

I'm coming. I'm coming! God! Don't move, whatever you do, don't move.

[ With a slightly muffled laugh. ]

Yeah, don't think that's gonna be a problem.

[ Plus he already tried, oops. ]

Figured you could track me on my phone. Pretty sure the reception is shit down here though.

It's fine, just-- do whatever to stay conscious, okay!?

[And he's immediately on his bike. For the entirety of the ride over (in which he is most definitely not following any speed limits), Duo is trying to keep an eye on his comm- between Duo's messages and the ones he frantically voice-to-text over to Magnus Chase, that healer kid he was pretty sure hated him (but which imPort kids didn't hate him, at this point). Well, he's not a Gundam pilot for nothing, so luckily he makes it to the GPS coordinates he's pinpointed Duo's comm to in a small enough amount of time that as his bike screeches to a halt in front and he leaps into the first half-boarded entrance he can find, he's fairly certain the kid isn't dead ...yet. Good thing he'd been in the city.]

Oi, Duo! Duo!! [He calls, glancing between his comm's GPS tracker and the mess of metal, concrete and wood strewn about the warehouse. The whole place looked long derelict; it was no wonder if he'd misstepped that he'd end up in that bad of a spot. Dammit...]

[He follows the dust and sound of settling debris- a sound he knows a little too well, although by other circumstances- until he's found him. The emotions hit his face too strong, too uncontrollable, to tamp down right away. The scene was too familiar.]

[Again. It was happening again--] Stay with me. [He immediately drops next to his son, carefully and methodically shifting debris out of the way to unbury him as much as possible without disturbing the piece of debris that had stuck through him.] Stay with me. There's a healer on his way. Just save your energy for staying conscious for now, okay, Duo?

[ If the settling debris around him or the fact that he's covered in dirt and sweat isn't enough to make this and, ultimately, him look like shit, then the rusty piece of machinery that's more or less skewered him through the lower part of his chest on the left side probably does. Miraculously, it hasn't punctured his heart or lung but boy, does it sure hurt like a mother fucker.

Well, it did. Now he's just kinda... chillin'.

There's a weak groan that comes from the teen when he hears his old man's voice and for a second, split as it is, he wonders if death would be sweeter than the verbal ass whoopin' he's mentally preparing himself for. After all, he does enjoy shouting at his old man. But, he doesn't really feel much up to it at the moment. Machinery through the chest and all. ]

I ain't goin' nowhere, you know...

[ He mutters the words with eyes half-lidded, turning his head to the side to spit some blood which he makes a face at. What kind of shitty healing nanites or whatever... ]

Stupid floor. What a shitty job done on this place...

[ He sighs a little and lets his head rest back against the rubble there. ]

I can't feel nothin' anyways, so don't worry. Figured the healin' should work soon. Maybe.

[ Or death would come. Whatever. ]

[death appears, and he's a lot -- different than you would have guessed. he's got long blond hair, instead of a bony skeleton head, and no scythe, just a backpack. and he's riding what appears to be a real, actual unicorn, with no saddle. he hops off a little gracelessly a few feet away, saying -- something indistinct -- to the unicorn, who nods and trots off]

[a moment later has him coming over to Duo and Jr, and his pale face is rather stoic. there's no use reacting outwardly to -- well, this deeply upsetting scene he's come onto. a blood spattered teen, lying broken (feels just like home sweet hotel, really), and a dad hovering, trying not to lose his absolute shit]

Hey. Looks like you're both holding up, huh? [sometimes, you have to lie, to make it be okay. and when he speaks, it's weirdly calming. he wastes no time in kneeling next to Jr, thinking at about a million miles a minute. ok. ok, he knows what he's going to do] I'm gonna help you get unstuck, okay? I'm Magnus.

[At least he's talking. It's keeping him conscious, and it doesn't sound like his airways are blocked by anything- debris or blood, whichever- which is a decent sign. Duo, meanwhile, isn't going to let off any of his usual sarcastic quips; he's uncharacteristically silent all the while, only focusing on the surroundings, the wound, on making sure there's a pulse in the small body under his hands. It hasn't gone away, and it hasn't slowed much, so far so good.]

[Apart from the not-feeling thing. Paralysis was always a possibility with such an injury, especially if the spine was struck. He can't see the entry point like this, Jr. stomach-up with a shard of old metal poking up through the front of his jacket, but he can always hope. At this angle, it looks like it only went under his ribcage. Better.]

[He glances up at the immediate sound of a-- that's a unicorn, he'll note for when he isn't barely keeping his brain together, and with a moment of reluctance he uncloaks himself and his son- an instinctual action he hadn't realized he'd taken until that moment. After that, he's slowly backing off to let the other boy do his work, but Magnus will realize that his tension isn't entirely friendly. Call it an unfortunate old force of habit.]

Here if you need a hand.

[ Magnus doesn't need a hand, pops, he needs to get over here and heal him up or at the very least pull him off this stupid piece of machinery that's poking through him and ruined his shirt. Good thing he gets a five finger discount at his place of employment.

But... is no one going to address the damn unicorn that was just here? ]

Yo, Magnus. Was that a fuckin' unicorn I just saw or am I on the brink of death and startin' to see shit now?

[ Someone's got to say it, ok?

Still, Jr eases himself up a little and instantly regrets it as he hisses and laughs at how much that hurts wow that was such a bad idea, gritting his teeth as he tries to steady himself with a hand on the rubble around him.

The thing about Jr is that he is very much like his old man in regards to shitty situations: he just grins and bears it, even if death is smiling at him with razor sharp teeth. Besides, before his old man even arrived, he had already had his little emotional freakout and crying and trying to free himself but after the acceptance of this situation kicked in, well, now they're here and he's playing it off that it's no big deal and that he's had worse.

He hasn't. ]

You plan on pullin' me off this or..?

[ Is he just going to heal him around the thing? ]

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Re: voice; I DON'T HAVE AN ICON FOR THIS LEVEL OF SCREAMING

i can't believe he's blaming heero for this WOW

EAT SHIT YUYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

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