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"I've seen you during those rounds, caretaker." he said, stepping out behind a tree he was hiding at "You do your job so well, without much of a flaw..."

Now, the doctor was standing at a safe distance away from you.

You could see that his lab coat was stained with blood, not old dried up blood. It was bright red and still wet "But you can't always be there for them, CAN YOU? " he smiled at them.

@im-on-cooldown

OOC: yeah, I needed to do a Doctor Funtime interaction with the one and only Care 🥹🤏

Care, how could you be so clueless? The question plays in their mind self-deprecatingly on repeat as a familiar voice focuses their attention. The voice is familiar, but not quiet or friendly like they missed. Their breathing is shot with how erratic it gets. They're scared, and they feel terrible for it. They shouldn't have to be scared of this person... they shouldn't have to be scared of being hurt. (But they are. And they're a liar, because they have every right to tremble.)

They shove the adrenaline beating through them long enough to steady their fear-blurred gaze and breathing to turn back and force a smile. They really, really can't afford to run away right now, or look scared; heavens forbid they cry.

"...Hi, Doc-" They catch themselves. It'd be such a terrible idea to make him mad. He was fickle at best like this. At worst... well. Care was a lot of things, but they weren't a fool. The air reeks of blood and they have a hunch the fresh staining on his coat definitely isn't his. Just be nice. Just be normal. He's not well, that's not his fault. It will be fine. "...Doctor."

"...I try... but I'm only one person..." And sometimes they feel like they don't try hard enough: the familiar stranger in front of them a shining example of that feeling. The guilt doesn't get easier.

Didn't this just get interesting...

For a moment he thought this depressing excuse of a caretaker was going to at least try something, ANYTHING to fight back.

He stood in place, slightly hunched over, just staring back at them with that crazed look on his face, his eyes widening “Your actions are something quite important to your team, EVEN if you are just one person.”

It's funny, isnt it? This used to be someone who would fix others injuries, fight the killers when needed, someone with morals, just a civilian trying to get by. Now he's nothing more than just another broken mind in this world, awaiting his next victim.

"And I THINK I might need some of YOUR help, oh sweet and caring caretaker"

God that voice, that dreaded voice. Whenever he spoke just a bit softly, it sounded just like him. A twisted mirror of what once was.

"Would you like to spare some for ME?" he took a few steps forward.

"I-I try... my best..." Care would weakly reply. They can only be grateful for the space between them both. Doc's poor posture barely brings their gazes to eye level, and Care can't help the sympathy leaking through their sense of fear.

This was a friend. It didn't matter how well they knew him, this was someone they'd shared their time with. Time that feels cut too short. They wanted to know what had gone so wrong, wanted to know if there was something that could have been done... and, despite their fears, they wanted to know if there was still something they could do to help him. Placate him, fix him, find some kind of even ground--

...Help? Care's wandering thoughts are brought to a halt at Doc's words. When did he get closer? They ignore their immediate thought to step back, rooting in place. The request is a subtle mockery of his old voice, so close but so wrong. Their head tells them it's a ploy. But it tugs on their bleeding heart, and they wonder... maybe this is their chance to try.

They force the tension from their shoulders, cross their arms both to self-soothe and to at least feign some calmness... and smile. Something less strained than before; something friendly. "Just be nice," they internally assure themself.

"...I... I can," They quietly reply, tone shaky but kind, "Just... show me where you're hurt and... I'll help..."

"Oh?" The doctor was surprised at the quick agreement the caretaker gave; such a foolish thing to do in this situation.

It intrigued him.

At this point, anyone else would've just ran off or pick a meaningless fight against him, yet this civilian is choosing to do something so reckless with their own life.

Even when he knows they've seen him kill a couple of their teammates, maim their bodies, toy with those whose life were only mere seconds away from fading.

Funtime couldn't help but find all of this so hilarious. It's truly touching how someone like Care is WILLING to help someone like himself; a deranged maniac who could just easily cut them in half with that grand chainsaw of his (He most definitely thought of doing so during the past few minutes of them talking.)

He cleared his throat, catching himself from going into burst of manic laughter "You see, I've been dealing with SUCH a pounding headache," he stated as he pointed at himself "And I haven't any more of those…healing flasks." he directed his vision at Cares apron, his grin widening "You wouldn't happen to have any to s h a r e, would you?…" Funtime placed his hand in front of the significantly short civilian, waiting to see if they would actually give him what he "needs", a faint sigh escaping his mouth.

#appointmentinprogress #“SIGNIFICANTLY SHORT” IS SLANDEROUS. YOU ARE SO MEAN TO THEM FOR NOO REASON /SILLY /OOC #care has faith! <- care is also A Fool. The entire circus. /ooc #^_^ also OUGH reformed funtime little guy little buddy (EVEN IF HE ISNT CANON </3) /ooc #i write my responses to crane wives if that means anything <:) /ooc

They feel their own throat tighten from worry as he clears his, that smile plastered in his face strained at the edges. (Was he trying not to laugh...?) Care's gaze would flit between the Doctor and his offered hand for a moment at his request. They were painfully aware of what he could do, what he had done... both a witness to injuries and lives ended by chainsaw's teeth. They'd had faith in worse people though; and assuredly this situation was not the most reckless thing they had done with their life as of recent... (Kindness has to pay off in the end, won't it? It has to.)

They're painfully aware of their proximity by now. They internally struggle in debate: move closer and risk being hurt or worse; or pass the bottle over. They make their decision after a moment longer, shakily (and slowly, goodness they know they didn't want to set him off) reaching for their healing flask.

"...I-I'm sorry to...hear that." They try to sympathize. (It's a small gesture.) "I do... here, just..." They can't help how tightly they grip it out of its pocket to mask the trembling of their hands. Care would take a breath before they find it in them to take a step closer, their hand meeting his own to pass the bottle and shakily close his fingers around it, followed by a light pat. The gesture is kind, if not skittish.

"...Here..." They're smiling, but there's a tiredness that frames their features. (They weren't going to be getting that bottle back, were they...?)

" Heya doc! " Taunt stood near them, arms crossed. They had that usual smile on their face as they spoke. " Whatcha been up to? How's the best doctor in town doin'? "

Taunt seemed happy to see Caretaker.

"-Oh...! Taunt..." Care would brush their apron down with a nervous smile; it seems that Taunt had gotten the jump on them. They must not be paying very much attention to their surroundings... "You scared me..."

They fight a slightly amused smile at Taunt's question however, seemingly tugged out of whatever contemplation they'd been lost in. "Best is a bit of a high bar..." They rub the back of their neck before continuing, "...But...! Been up to nothing, really... Not unless trying to press flowers is interesting to you...?

"...You wouldn't happen to need anything...? (You usually drop by when you want a bandaid...)"

#newpatient ^_^#roblox dod #roblox die of death #die of death #die of deaath roblox #hello little taunt ... /ooc

"I've seen you during those rounds, caretaker." he said, stepping out behind a tree he was hiding at "You do your job so well, without much of a flaw..."

Now, the doctor was standing at a safe distance away from you.

You could see that his lab coat was stained with blood, not old dried up blood. It was bright red and still wet "But you can't always be there for them, CAN YOU? " he smiled at them.

@im-on-cooldown

OOC: yeah, I needed to do a Doctor Funtime interaction with the one and only Care 🥹🤏

Care, how could you be so clueless? The question plays in their mind self-deprecatingly on repeat as a familiar voice focuses their attention. The voice is familiar, but not quiet or friendly like they missed. Their breathing is shot with how erratic it gets. They're scared, and they feel terrible for it. They shouldn't have to be scared of this person... they shouldn't have to be scared of being hurt. (But they are. And they're a liar, because they have every right to tremble.)

They shove the adrenaline beating through them long enough to steady their fear-blurred gaze and breathing to turn back and force a smile. They really, really can't afford to run away right now, or look scared; heavens forbid they cry.

"...Hi, Doc-" They catch themselves. It'd be such a terrible idea to make him mad. He was fickle at best like this. At worst... well. Care was a lot of things, but they weren't a fool. The air reeks of blood and they have a hunch the fresh staining on his coat definitely isn't his. Just be nice. Just be normal. He's not well, that's not his fault. It will be fine. "...Doctor."

"...I try... but I'm only one person..." And sometimes they feel like they don't try hard enough: the familiar stranger in front of them a shining example of that feeling. The guilt doesn't get easier.

Didn't this just get interesting...

For a moment he thought this depressing excuse of a caretaker was going to at least try something, ANYTHING to fight back.

He stood in place, slightly hunched over, just staring back at them with that crazed look on his face, his eyes widening “Your actions are something quite important to your team, EVEN if you are just one person.”

It's funny, isnt it? This used to be someone who would fix others injuries, fight the killers when needed, someone with morals, just a civilian trying to get by. Now he's nothing more than just another broken mind in this world, awaiting his next victim.

"And I THINK I might need some of YOUR help, oh sweet and caring caretaker"

God that voice, that dreaded voice. Whenever he spoke just a bit softly, it sounded just like him. A twisted mirror of what once was.

"Would you like to spare some for ME?" he took a few steps forward.

#appointmentinprogress #no worries about grammar ^_^ it has heart that's what matters !! /ooc #also what you drew is great!! no worries !! i feel thoroughly scared for my life /silly /ooc #care wants to cry SO bad it's not even funny /aff /ooc #“i will put my hand between the bars of the enclosure!” said the caretaker /ooc #Care that's not doc that's a pitbull named princess and i fear you may not make it out of this interaction unscathed /OOC

"I-I try... my best..." Care would weakly reply. They can only be grateful for the space between them both. Doc's poor posture barely brings their gazes to eye level, and Care can't help the sympathy leaking through their sense of fear.

This was a friend. It didn't matter how well they knew him, this was someone they'd shared their time with. Time that feels cut too short. They wanted to know what had gone so wrong, wanted to know if there was something that could have been done... and, despite their fears, they wanted to know if there was still something they could do to help him. Placate him, fix him, find some kind of even ground--

...Help? Care's wandering thoughts are brought to a halt at Doc's words. When did he get closer? They ignore their immediate thought to step back, rooting in place. The request is a subtle mockery of his old voice, so close but so wrong. Their head tells them it's a ploy. But it tugs on their bleeding heart, and they wonder... maybe this is their chance to try.

They force the tension from their shoulders, cross their arms both to self-soothe and to at least feign some calmness... and smile. Something less strained than before; something friendly. "Just be nice," they internally assure themself.

"...I... I can," They quietly reply, tone shaky but kind, "Just... show me where you're hurt and... I'll help..."

"I've seen you during those rounds, caretaker." he said, stepping out behind a tree he was hiding at "You do your job so well, without much of a flaw..."

Now, the doctor was standing at a safe distance away from you.

You could see that his lab coat was stained with blood, not old dried up blood. It was bright red and still wet "But you can't always be there for them, CAN YOU? " he smiled at them.

@im-on-cooldown

OOC: yeah, I needed to do a Doctor Funtime interaction with the one and only Care 🥹🤏

Care, how could you be so clueless? The question plays in their mind self-deprecatingly on repeat as a familiar voice focuses their attention. The voice is familiar, but not quiet or friendly like they missed. Their breathing is shot with how erratic it gets. They're scared, and they feel terrible for it. They shouldn't have to be scared of this person... they shouldn't have to be scared of being hurt. (But they are. And they're a liar, because they have every right to tremble.)

They shove the adrenaline beating through them long enough to steady their fear-blurred gaze and breathing to turn back and force a smile. They really, really can't afford to run away right now, or look scared; heavens forbid they cry.

"...Hi, Doc-" They catch themselves. It'd be such a terrible idea to make him mad. He was fickle at best like this. At worst... well. Care was a lot of things, but they weren't a fool. The air reeks of blood and they have a hunch the fresh staining on his coat definitely isn't his. Just be nice. Just be normal. He's not well, that's not his fault. It will be fine. "...Doctor."

"...I try... but I'm only one person..." And sometimes they feel like they don't try hard enough: the familiar stranger in front of them a shining example of that feeling. The guilt doesn't get easier.

#newpatient ^_^#roblox die of death #roblox dod #die of death #die of death roblox #oh god care lock in you're getting jumped in the street /ooc #care. CARE. CARE NO /ooc

How was your life before all of this even happened?

"...It wasn't very interesting..."

Really though, they have to admit they don't think on their past much. There isn't very much for them to miss beyond the sense of normalcy. Is it selfish to say they're almost happy that they ended up in this kind of scenario...? It's not "fun" don't get it wrong, they spend a lot of time worrying! But...

They didn't really have any kind of friends until they grouped up with everyone they're with now... So... it was lonely, they suppose. And to try and be optimistic: they wouldn't know so many people as they do now if they just kept on living how they were before.

They didn't really have any family either. Either they had passed on or were... unpleasant. (As much as that pains them to think about, they do still wonder on their whereabouts...)

Oh! Uh... They did work as a veterinary nurse at the time, though. They're also a qualified people-nurse! (They would certainly not be treating people if they weren't. Goodness gracious!)

...They miss being able to speak normally, too.

#newpatient ^_^#roblox die of death #roblox dod #die of death #dod caretaker #die of death roblox

HEY [CRIMINAL], IF YOU REVIVE THE [DEAD BODIES] IN [MY] LIVING ROOM I’LL [CONSIDER] NOT KILLING [YOU].

-@killdroidd

Revive? The dead what? The bodies??? (WHY does it have a storage of bodies???) They can do some pretty miraculous medical feats, especially with their healing potions, but...

"I... Can't just bring back dead people...!" They protest. Goodness knows if they could, they would...! But the threat of dying really makes them reconsider the words once they're out in the open. They bite the inside of their cheek; they are not a great liar, but...

"I'll... I'll look into it, just don't hurt me..." (...They are not very fond of being added to that pile of corpses.)

#newpatient ^_^#roblox dod #roblox die of death #die of death #die of death roblox #stress 100 /aff /ooc

"Hii!! ^.^ could you uhm, take me on a little tour around your garden? I'm just asking because it seems so cool!! AND I wanna see the stuff you're growing in there!!"

She started gently shake her hands to calm herself a little while asking them this.

(hi mod here uhm, the user is starry-ari51313, sorry if I accidentally asked this before btw.. ok? I just don't remember if I did)

Oh--! They seem elated you'd bother to ask at all! Though they have to admit it's less of a 'garden' and more of a 'bedroom with a lot of plants in it.' Most of them are quite easy to care for with the right knowledge! There are more than a few common houseplants; people often see, but don't bother to learn about!

"whoa.."

She stared at all the plants in awe, especially because they were all so pretty to her. Some of them even reminded them of her favorite characters!

"thank you so so so much for showing these to me!!! I can tell you take really good care of these!!"

She had to basically hold herself back from hopping around a little, going to the strings and zipper pull on her jacket to fidget around with.

"oh!- Those lilies remind me of you!"

She took one of her hands off the string she was currently fidgeting with, pointing to the Orienpet Lilies. Smiling softly at caretaker when she did.

"Oh--thank you..." Care can't help but smile at her enthusiasm; and it's clear from their own cheer they don't get compliments on this sort of thing often! Their gaze would drift over to the lillies: sat in a delicate white pot to match the pink-and-white hue of the petals.

"I don't know if I'm that lively..." They humor, "but thank you...! Again..."

"it's no problem at all!!"

She was happy care seemed to be happy with her compliments on them and their plants. She hoped it was something that kinda stuck with them in a good way.

"oh! Before I forget!"

She took out a bracelet, it wasn't themed around them but it's thought that counts right?

"i carry around bracelets for the people I meet! I hope you like it!"

"Oh-!" Care looks surprised by the gift, taking the offered bracelet carefully. It looks hand-made, they notice... They're quick to slip it onto their wrist with a grateful smile. Getting anything at all, especially unprompted, seems to be a pleasant surprise for them!

"Thank you... I'll keep it somewhere safe." And by safe, they mean on their person!

"you're welcome!! I'm glad you like it!! :D!!"

She took out her flip phone, checking if her dad messaged her before putting the device back in her bag and closing said bag back up, looking at the keychain on it for a moment before going back to talking to care.

"sorry.. I wanted to check if a good friend of mine messaged me! She's really nice and I hope you could meet them sometime!!"

Care would eye the phone with some faint sense of nervousness (out of habit more than anything) before returning to their usual friendly gaze. (What a silly fear; it's only a phone... It's not going to jump out at them or anything...)

"Oh? I wouldn't mind... If you have somewhere to be though, don't let me keep you...!" As nice as she seemed, they didn't want to keep anyone held up for too long, ignoring that they had a few things they needed to get to as well... They can't help but feel a little lucky at their recent string of friendly meetings, though. And--oh!

"...Oh, I... what's your name?" They sheepishly rub their nape, clearly a bit embarrassed to have even forgotten to ask that at all!

#nehehe ^_^ im happy to hear that!! /ooc #ari seems so sweet i would not mind drawing her at all ... ^_^ /ooc

"I do actually! Thank you for reminding me! ^.^"

She seemed grateful care reminded her about that! She didn't wanna be here for too long!

I cast... A game of tag. (Suddenly, they are now surrounded by 100 Avoiders) Catch them all, put them in a box. And you get the powers of a Onebounce, aka you become all powerful. Good luck!

They don't think they're equipped for wrangling one-hundred of these things. Do they bite when scared?? What are they going to tell anyone?? A BOX will not hold these things. They have swords. Do they know how to use those no don't answer that they definitely know how to use those. (They feel incredibly lucky right now that Avoider is more scared of them than they are of it.)

#newpatient ^_^#roblox die of death #roblox dod #die of death #die of death roblox #ok this was funny. “yeah just give this guy 100 avoiders” thank you /ooc #certified NOT brave enough to wrangle these things /ooc

// I will send Misses Fresh Meat at you. If you let me do it ofcourse :3

^_^ Feel free to send (mostly??) anyone and anything!

#offtopicdriveling #no specific rules on blogs that cant interact atm! go for it!#i dont really mind anyone & just consider more oddball interactions to be side-stuff its fineee <:)

"Hii!! ^.^ could you uhm, take me on a little tour around your garden? I'm just asking because it seems so cool!! AND I wanna see the stuff you're growing in there!!"

She started gently shake her hands to calm herself a little while asking them this.

(hi mod here uhm, the user is starry-ari51313, sorry if I accidentally asked this before btw.. ok? I just don't remember if I did)

Oh--! They seem elated you'd bother to ask at all! Though they have to admit it's less of a 'garden' and more of a 'bedroom with a lot of plants in it.' Most of them are quite easy to care for with the right knowledge! There are more than a few common houseplants; people often see, but don't bother to learn about!

"whoa.."

She stared at all the plants in awe, especially because they were all so pretty to her. Some of them even reminded them of her favorite characters!

"thank you so so so much for showing these to me!!! I can tell you take really good care of these!!"

She had to basically hold herself back from hopping around a little, going to the strings and zipper pull on her jacket to fidget around with.

"oh!- Those lilies remind me of you!"

She took one of her hands off the string she was currently fidgeting with, pointing to the Orienpet Lilies. Smiling softly at caretaker when she did.

"Oh--thank you..." Care can't help but smile at her enthusiasm; and it's clear from their own cheer they don't get compliments on this sort of thing often! Their gaze would drift over to the lillies: sat in a delicate white pot to match the pink-and-white hue of the petals.

"I don't know if I'm that lively..." They humor, "but thank you...! Again..."

"it's no problem at all!!"

She was happy care seemed to be happy with her compliments on them and their plants. She hoped it was something that kinda stuck with them in a good way.

"oh! Before I forget!"

She took out a bracelet, it wasn't themed around them but it's thought that counts right?

"i carry around bracelets for the people I meet! I hope you like it!"

"Oh-!" Care looks surprised by the gift, taking the offered bracelet carefully. It looks hand-made, they notice... They're quick to slip it onto their wrist with a grateful smile. Getting anything at all, especially unprompted, seems to be a pleasant surprise for them!

"Thank you... I'll keep it somewhere safe." And by safe, they mean on their person!

"you're welcome!! I'm glad you like it!! :D!!"

She took out her flip phone, checking if her dad messaged her before putting the device back in her bag and closing said bag back up, looking at the keychain on it for a moment before going back to talking to care.

"sorry.. I wanted to check if a good friend of mine messaged me! She's really nice and I hope you could meet them sometime!!"

#its ok ^_^ i edit stuff sometimes too /ooc #ALSO NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR LONG RESPONSES I CAN TAKE FOREVER SOMETIMES TOO </3 /ooc

Care would eye the phone with some faint sense of nervousness (out of habit more than anything) before returning to their usual friendly gaze. (What a silly fear; it's only a phone... It's not going to jump out at them or anything...)

"Oh? I wouldn't mind... If you have somewhere to be though, don't let me keep you...!" As nice as she seemed, they didn't want to keep anyone held up for too long, ignoring that they had a few things they needed to get to as well... They can't help but feel a little lucky at their recent string of friendly meetings, though. And--oh!

"...Oh, I... what's your name?" They sheepishly rub their nape, clearly a bit embarrassed to have even forgotten to ask that at all!

There are a series of feather-light knocks to the entryway, as if the person knocking were unsure if they wanted to intrude at all. If they could they would just deal with their predicament themselves… but that wasn't exactly an option right now. The smell of circuitry smoke clings to them, and their ears are still ringing.

After a moment of trepidation they finally find it in them to shuffle through the doorway; revealing a rather battered-looking Caretaker marred with various scrapes, several cuts still weeping blood, and a rather unfortunate-looking burn on their right forearm. They open their mouth to speak, though the words seem to escape them for a second before they can finally get them out:

"...Could you—help...?"

( @askacaretaker - Hi other Care ^_^!!! Was really nervous about sending this but I wanna say hi!!! /OOC)

They didn't really hear the knocks since they were so soft and they were already preoccupied with some stuff, answering to be more exact. Once they heard the door opening and the other caretakers voice asking for help their heart inmediatly dropped at their state. They opened their eyes in pure horror

"Goodness gracious! what happened to you!?"

She rushed to care, holding their face as she inspected them more throughrougly. She smelled the circuitry smoke too, making assumptions

"Oh dear. Were you against Badware? Killdroid? Both!? Oh nonono you need serious help quickly! Come here, dear"

He rushed care to the medical bed while trying his best to not panic more about the situation. He has seen much worse already but he seemingly can't ever gets used to seeing anyone so hurt. At least they aren't half dead? At least...

Care clutches their arms with a nervous smile, eyes flitting momentarily to meet their gaze before looking away. Yet their stare is more focused on the ground beneath them than on anything else, lost in some apparent daze. They seem to be reliving something quite unpleasant.

They occasionally shiver like they're going to fall over; and it's clear in how they practically slump into themselves once they get to the medical bed how badly they needed to sit down... Less so from injuries and more so from fright. It takes them a minute to actually try and speak up, watching Patt hastily look them over. Care's healing bottle is not on their person...

"...Badware..." They affirm. Their voice carries a strained warble to it. "Bonuspad had to throw out another one of the computers from the basement and... we'd moved it outside to toss it out, but..."

...But despite the unplugging and subsequent hammer-beating Bonuspad had dished out to the computer, it seemed that the busted-up, virus-riddled piece of junk had enough life left in it to be warped to, and that walking virus had clearly sensed the tampering. They look distant, recalling the sound of the chime. That momentary second of realization on both Bonuspad's and their own face. Bonus had gotten away mostly scot-free, but judging by Care's own physical appearance, they couldn't say the same for themselves.

"...Bonus is mostly fine... I don't think it likes me though." They weakly try to inject a little bit of humor into their situation, but it's half-hearted at best.

...To be honest, most electronics seemed to discomfort the other healer greatly, even if they try to mask that fact. (Though having to think on such a fact made them feel quite guilty, knowing the company Patty kept.)

Patt listened intently. Their heart breaking more at how clearly tired and hurt Care was. Seeing people like this gives them more and more of a reason to fear going outside at all

"Oh you poor thing... It's gonna be ok...! Just uhh... Love! Get me some-"

"Bandages, alcohol and probably a needle and string. Mhm i know -_-"

"Oh... And some ibuprofen. Go!"

"On it boss! ^^"

Loveware didn't seem to mind Care's presence, if not a bit annoyed? Could be about anything really...

"By the way, hon. You should never get anywhere near the computers those bastards put down. If the motherboard and hardware isn't completly desintegrated just the sheer fact it exists and has the virus in it makes it usable for them to teleport to"

"Besides, it's not a you thing. Those things just generally dislike having their stuff tampered with"

She mentioned while grabbing what was necessary. She stopped for a moment to really think about what she just said

"Uh...not that i'd know much of that, of course °_ °' "

"Either way. Aren't they just annoying (¬ ¬ )?"

Care hugs their arms around themself in some small effort to self-soothe, mindful of the injuries littering their person. They try to chin up on seeing Patty's concern, but they can't maintain it for long. They struggle to discern Loveware's tone, but it doesn't escape them how curt it sounded. Maybe they were just overthinking it; though it does not ease their nerves or their conscience. At least she was offering advice, right?... Care averts their gaze back to the floor at the last part with a small nod.

"Sorry..." They mumble out the apology, not entirely sure why. They really should just relax; it can't be that hard. So why do they keep shivering? Loveware's words weren't exactly reassuring... (but that's not her fault, no?)

"...A-annoying is a word for it..." They add. "it broke my bottle, and now I gotta get a new one..."

They had ended up in unpleasant spots with Badware and its little gaggle of machines more than once. They can still hear the mechanical whirring... but that might also just be Loveware. They are a little too wired to bother discerning any noise. "Bonus thought he'd smashed everything important. But..."

"You do not need to apologize, sweetie"

She said as she got close once more. Everything needed including a brand new bottle in her hands. She set down everything on the free space of the bed

"Breaking stuff is basically second nature for them, and being assholes about it is first"

"But it wasn't your fault. Or your friend's"

She looked directly at Care. Three dots on her screen. Her tone changed to a more empathetic one as she tried reassuring them. Whatever was annoying her before seems to have nothing to do with Care themselves and more to do with badware. Hm...

"Either way. Why are you shaking °-°? Are you cold? And you look like you could die of anxiety alone... (•́︿•̀ )"

"We have anxiety medication (´･ᴗ･`)! We could give one pill, or half, or as much as you need!-"

"Love! You cannot just offer those, that's prescription based...!"

"Ohh. Right, i think that's stupid (¬ ¬ )..."

Uh... At least she was concerned for their well being?

Care can't help but to make themselves a little smaller from their spot, their personal bubble feeling a little breached by the closing proximity. They take hold of the new healing bottle in both hands, shoulders a little hunched. They try to be polite and murmur a small 'thank you' anyways.

"...It's just... a lot of bad run-ins is all..." They mutter out, gaze hyperfocused on the bottle in their hands now. For something so goal-oriented, it really got a kick out of people's misery. "I'm just... overthinking it, I'm just nervous..." Just busy trying to mask their own discomfort (poorly); re-living a healthy(?) amount of electronics exploding right in their face; just busy trying to pretend that being in the same room as a computer twice their size wasn't even a little bit alarming and guilt-inducing because they don't have any reason to be making associations and be so spooked. They feel a little stupid. Their vocal chords hurt...

"and--what?" ...and then their disassociation is abruptly stopped by the offer followed by Carepads apparently half-mortified scolding. They bite the inside of their mouth a little in even a seconds contemplation of just agreeing... but opt to just shake their head with a weary smile, the edges of their nerves smoothed out a bit at the apparent effort to get them to relax. (Despite being a nurse they always have been pretty stubborn about taking medicine themselves...)

"Um! Nono, it's... okay. Just..." They remind themselves to measure their breaths, and it hits them they've been holding theirs for a little over ten seconds by this point. "Thank you. I'll survive..."

"I guess you could say they are... Bad-wares ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ"

She made some jazz hands after that pun to try and lighten the mood. After a few seconds of silence she played a coughing sound effect

"Uh... Anyways. Yeah! You better survive, caretakers have been so scarce lately (•︿•;)"

"That! Is enough, Loveware... I am so sorry about her...!"

Patt grabbed all the supplies while waving a hand to try and apologize about Loveware's entire behaviour

"We do not have any anesthesia, haven't gotten a re-fill in a couple of days... So this is gonna hurt. I'll try to get this done as quickly as possible so you can go rest over at the living quarters..."

"Please for the love of god go rest after this..."

"I really hope you have a high pain tolerance..."

"They seem to! I mean, with all these nasty cuts and bruises and that burn i'm surprised they aren't doubled over in pain right now ｡‸｡". I've seen people faint over less (￢_￢)!"

"That is true... But still"

Loveware then moves positions to be closer to where Care was leaning on the bed

"Listen dear, if it gets too much to handle you can hold onto me. I'm a robot, i won't mind ^^"

She held out her hand to them. It didn't exactly look like the most comfortable ting to hold onto, but it's the thought that counts, no? Besides, maybe they can just hold her arm instead (as much as the spring gets in the way...)

Care weakly smiles at the joke even if they can't quite formulate a response. Their anxiety is still there, though they feel some of that tension fizzle out of themselves. No harm, no foul... They're all trying to be nice. You're trying to be nice. Relax.

"I'll... try. I can see why... I-it's fine," They answer softly in some effort to maintain some modicum of lightheartedness; offering Patty an apologetic look. There wasn't exactly a plentiful amount of people who had enough medical knowledge to care for others. Their own value to their team is something that motivated them to put in as much effort as they could muster. Honestly, they really did need a nap...

"I-it's not the first time. Being this hurt I mean... It's fine." If anything they would be not-so-proud to say they've had it worse. They bite their tongue a little bit at their own word repetition, tongue stuck out in contemplation. The adrenaline still skipping through their system was doing a lot of heavy lifting to numb a lot of the pain they really should be feeling right now... but that doesn't stop them from looking a little nervous at the idea of doing any of this without anesthetic. "I'll survive... probably..."

They look a little jumpy as Loveware shifts in close enough to offer a hand. There's a deer-in-headlights look written on their expression for a moment before they force themselves to relax. Their eyes flit about to nothing in particular before focusing in front of them and hesitantly placing their hand into Lovewares. They try not to make their discomfort obvious. It was a gesture made in good faith, they can't just say no to that...

"Alright... Let 's do this"

Patt first addressed the obvious burn on their forearm, using cotton swabs and alcohol to clean it throughroughly before applying some healing ointment and bandages. Then they went for the cuts, the bigger ones getting stiches and the smaller ones getting patches or bandaids depending on size (of course, getting desinfected first), the scrapes getting similar treatment. Patt seemed very distressed the entire time, as if they could feel it too, muttering sorry's at the more obviously painful parts

Loveware tried diverting Care's attention by playing nice gifs she happened to have downloaded. Cute puppys, kittens playing, the occasional heart animation and a couple funny moments, she cycled through them like a slideshow in hopes of distracting them from the pain. She at some point tried getting her other hand close to Care's head but decided against it, who's to know what she was gonna do? (Pet them, she wanted to pet them. As an attempt at comfort, of course)

It took a bit to be finished, not the quickest thing ever... Patt took her time to triple check the final result and sighed once she was convinced everything was "better" (or taken care of, at least)

"There you go, dear... Uhm. Here, have an ibuprofen. I am so sorry..."

Patt went to a nearby mini fridge to retrive some water for Care, leaving them and Loveware alone

"... How do you feel, sweetie?"

She sounded genuinely concerned

Care tries their best to grit through the process. Flinching would just make it worse. They almost don't feel real (likely just their brain detaching from the pain as they bear the worst of it), the adrenaline that had previously been doing a lot of the heavy lifting slowly exiting their system. They nod absentmindedly as Patty mutters their apologies. Their eyes eventually drift to nervously eye Loveware's screen. It's a small comfort. Barely. The moving images give them something to focus their attention on at least. They shy away as her other hand raises in their peripheral, unsure if their flinching (so much for not flinching) is just the pain or their own discomfort.

It couldn't have been more than thirty minutes... but it felt like forever. They let out a breath they once again failed to realize they had been holding, muttering out a quiet 'It's fine' as Patty steps away. They look and feel reasonably exhausted; hunched over and feeling more than a little sleepy.

"...Tired, and... scared." Care mumbles out bleary-eyed. They feel a familiar discomfort itch in their throat. They don't quite have it in them to keep shifting around like a skittish animal.

"It's going to be ok dear. It's over now, it's over now..."

She actually decided to use her hand to pat them gently. It wasn't the most comfortable thing considering her -again- weirdly shaped hand but it's not like she was hitting them over the head with it... Like some others that look like her might do. She displayed on her screen a heart gif with the words "i love you" on it, it didn't go away after a couple seconds for another gif so maybe she was keeping it there for them. An attempt at comfort, probably

"Alright, here...!"

Patt got back with a bottle of water, a worried expression still on their face that they were trying to mask with relief. They got closer to them as they opened the water and handed it to them, also handing a very large circular pill

"A 400mg ibuprofen should do it, at least make you feel better... If we get stronger painkillers you can come by to get them if you feel like you need them..."

Patt smiled at them

Care can't help how they shy away slightly at the touch. Their anxiety weakly bounces around their chest before they force themselves to take a deep breath. At least there was a kind sentiment behind it. Goodness knows how Patty was so normal about having Loveware around; but they do suppose any helping hand is a welcome one... (And they can admit they are a bit biased...)

They opt to quietly stare at the floor up until Patty comes wandering back, taking the bottle and the pill quietly with a nod and a 'thank you.' They look a little hesitant to take the medication for a second before steeling themselves and downing it in one go.

"You... look more tired than I do..." Care would quietly note, not quite aware of Patty's anxiety as much as they were the tension in their features and the bags under their eyes.

"Oh..? Well, it's exahusting having to be working all day..."

"Every day..."

They held their head low in what looked like shame. They were embarrased that they didn't look in their up most condition even though they don't remember the last time they even felt like that. Either way, being the only person in charge of caring for the injured when they get back is not exactly very relaxing, specially considering how seriously they take this job and how empathetic to a fault they are. But this isn't about them, far from it

"I'm fine though! I'll be fine... You should be hading off to rest though..."

"Do you need any help? Loveware can carry you to the living quarters...!"

"If you're comfortable of course (•﹏•;)! No pressure (ᴗ_ᴗ)"

Loveware put her hands up, hoping to not seem pushy. Even with all her caring she did notice how uncomfortable Care seemed with her so she'd prefer to not possibly make them feel any worse, it's understandable at the end of the day

Care quietly nods along in response, some sense of pity rising in response to Patty's words. The crestfallen look on Patty's face told them all they needed to know, even if they'd protest that they were doing fine.

"...It's okay to be tired... if you need help you can... talk to me?" They try to reassure with a small smile, carefully pushing themselves off the medical bed to stand with a small wince as they keep muttering, "I-I'll be okay. I'm... sorry. I can walk..." ...Though they can at least appreciate the sentiment of asking.

They make a point to stand up slowly, but it doesn't really save them from the lightheadedness that follows as they adjust their hat and pocket their replacement healing bottle with a strained breath.

"Oh i'm quite alright! You already have so much on your plate and i wouldn't want to add more...! It's fine..."

They did a dismissive hand motion while looking away. The last thing they wanted was to be a bother to anyone

"Of course you can..."

Patt nodded and smiled, a bit embarrased of the offer now. Still instictively putting her arms around Care just in case they became too lightheaded and fell, it has happened before, and its quite dangerous

"If you need anything we'll be right here ^_^!"

"Ah, I, thank you..." Care would reciprocate mostly out of habit, hands on Patty's shoulders to upright themselves before letting go with a small, reassuring pat.

"It'd never be an issue, talking to you..." They sheepishly note, finally letting themselves step back to leave. "I mean-even if it's about nothing... we can just hang out. I... thank you, again... both of you."

"Take care..." They add, brushing their apron down absentmindedly before seeing themselves out. ...And maybe Patty would take them up on their offer! They never did mind company. (They feel like they handled being around Loveware pretty well too, all things considered...!) They still tremble, and are certainly spent for the day, but they are alive at the very least.

#offtopicdriveling #im shaking them IM SHAKING THEM /ooc #they match each others skittish animal energy. good for them. good for them /ooc #^_^ i hope we meet again too!!!! muehehehe /ooc

"If you ever wish to talk you can always come by! Or you can look for me at saturday night over at my room..."

"You take care too...! Be careful out there..."

Patt smiled as they saw them walking away, happy that they managed to help another person out

She went over to the chair near her desk and slumped on it with a deep sigh. All her poorly hidden worry and anxiety showing more clearly on her face. She wiped some sweat beads off of her forehead with her sleeve.

"Hey! That's another one done ^v^!"

"I guess you're right... I should work on the report..."

"Hii!! ^.^ could you uhm, take me on a little tour around your garden? I'm just asking because it seems so cool!! AND I wanna see the stuff you're growing in there!!"

She started gently shake her hands to calm herself a little while asking them this.

(hi mod here uhm, the user is starry-ari51313, sorry if I accidentally asked this before btw.. ok? I just don't remember if I did)

Oh--! They seem elated you'd bother to ask at all! Though they have to admit it's less of a 'garden' and more of a 'bedroom with a lot of plants in it.' Most of them are quite easy to care for with the right knowledge! There are more than a few common houseplants; people often see, but don't bother to learn about!

"whoa.."

She stared at all the plants in awe, especially because they were all so pretty to her. Some of them even reminded them of her favorite characters!

"thank you so so so much for showing these to me!!! I can tell you take really good care of these!!"

She had to basically hold herself back from hopping around a little, going to the strings and zipper pull on her jacket to fidget around with.

"oh!- Those lilies remind me of you!"

She took one of her hands off the string she was currently fidgeting with, pointing to the Orienpet Lilies. Smiling softly at caretaker when she did.

"Oh--thank you..." Care can't help but smile at her enthusiasm; and it's clear from their own cheer they don't get compliments on this sort of thing often! Their gaze would drift over to the lillies: sat in a delicate white pot to match the pink-and-white hue of the petals.

"I don't know if I'm that lively..." They humor, "but thank you...! Again..."

"it's no problem at all!!"

She was happy care seemed to be happy with her compliments on them and their plants. She hoped it was something that kinda stuck with them in a good way.

"oh! Before I forget!"

She took out a bracelet, it wasn't themed around them but it's thought that counts right?

"i carry around bracelets for the people I meet! I hope you like it!"

#my brain imagined it being some handmade on-a-string bracelet with little plastic bits like from those old bracelet maker kits ^_^ /ooc #the world isnt ready for me to draw them wearing it in future drawings >:) /ooc

"Oh-!" Care looks surprised by the gift, taking the offered bracelet carefully. It looks hand-made, they notice... They're quick to slip it onto their wrist with a grateful smile. Getting anything at all, especially unprompted, seems to be a pleasant surprise for them!

"Thank you... I'll keep it somewhere safe." And by safe, they mean on their person!

"Hii!! ^.^ could you uhm, take me on a little tour around your garden? I'm just asking because it seems so cool!! AND I wanna see the stuff you're growing in there!!"

She started gently shake her hands to calm herself a little while asking them this.

(hi mod here uhm, the user is starry-ari51313, sorry if I accidentally asked this before btw.. ok? I just don't remember if I did)

Oh--! They seem elated you'd bother to ask at all! Though they have to admit it's less of a 'garden' and more of a 'bedroom with a lot of plants in it.' Most of them are quite easy to care for with the right knowledge! There are more than a few common houseplants; people often see, but don't bother to learn about!

"whoa.."

She stared at all the plants in awe, especially because they were all so pretty to her. Some of them even reminded them of her favorite characters!

"thank you so so so much for showing these to me!!! I can tell you take really good care of these!!"

She had to basically hold herself back from hopping around a little, going to the strings and zipper pull on her jacket to fidget around with.

"oh!- Those lilies remind me of you!"

She took one of her hands off the string she was currently fidgeting with, pointing to the Orienpet Lilies. Smiling softly at caretaker when she did.

#newpatient ^_^#it's ok!! <:) you dont need tags or anything its no problem at all!! /ooc #^_^ no formal rp tag since this is a side thing /ooc #care is not used to people being interested in their gardening hobby ... /ooc

"Oh--thank you..." Care can't help but smile at her enthusiasm; and it's clear from their own cheer they don't get compliments on this sort of thing often! Their gaze would drift over to the lillies: sat in a delicate white pot to match the pink-and-white hue of the petals.

"I don't know if I'm that lively..." They humor, "but thank you...! Again..."

OOC: was about to start drawing for another response, but I had an itch and lowkey just needed to draw some die of death ocs 🥹

Order from left to right on who belongs to who.

Taunter - @your-local-taunter

Partybomb Bobby - @taunt-banana

Ada - @ibuildthingsforyou12

Care - @askacaretaker

Gin Darlo - @bartending-in-the-bunker

And that one outlined in red belongs to me 🥹 it’s Doctor Funtime.

I FUCKING LOVE DIE OF DEATH OCS 🤬🤬🤬🤬🥹

#offtopicdriveling #MY SON MY BOY MY LITTLE GUY #that fucker the ONLY one smiling. permanent optimism. the fool they are /aff #i cant believe i didnt SEE THIS im going to EXPLODE!!!#I can be normal. Holdon. I'm normal now trust

AH! THEM!! MY LITTLE GUY!! OH LOOK AT HIM!! SHAKESHIMSHAKESHIMSHAKESHIMSHAKES

"Hii!! ^.^ could you uhm, take me on a little tour around your garden? I'm just asking because it seems so cool!! AND I wanna see the stuff you're growing in there!!"

She started gently shake her hands to calm herself a little while asking them this.

(hi mod here uhm, the user is starry-ari51313, sorry if I accidentally asked this before btw.. ok? I just don't remember if I did)

Oh--! They seem elated you'd bother to ask at all! Though they have to admit it's less of a 'garden' and more of a 'bedroom with a lot of plants in it.' Most of them are quite easy to care for with the right knowledge! There are more than a few common houseplants; people often see, but don't bother to learn about!

#newpatient ^_^#roblox die of death #roblox dod #die of death #die of death roblox #AH I LOVE TALKING ABOUT PLANTS/OOC #ITS PURELY A HOBBY THING I DONT REALLY OWN A TON IN REAL LIFE BUT I LOVE LEARNING ABOUT THEM/OOC #i love plant science. and botany. i yearn to be able to identify plant life by sight alone /ooc

There are a series of feather-light knocks to the entryway, as if the person knocking were unsure if they wanted to intrude at all. If they could they would just deal with their predicament themselves… but that wasn't exactly an option right now. The smell of circuitry smoke clings to them, and their ears are still ringing.

After a moment of trepidation they finally find it in them to shuffle through the doorway; revealing a rather battered-looking Caretaker marred with various scrapes, several cuts still weeping blood, and a rather unfortunate-looking burn on their right forearm. They open their mouth to speak, though the words seem to escape them for a second before they can finally get them out:

"...Could you—help...?"

( @askacaretaker - Hi other Care ^_^!!! Was really nervous about sending this but I wanna say hi!!! /OOC)

They didn't really hear the knocks since they were so soft and they were already preoccupied with some stuff, answering to be more exact. Once they heard the door opening and the other caretakers voice asking for help their heart inmediatly dropped at their state. They opened their eyes in pure horror

"Goodness gracious! what happened to you!?"

She rushed to care, holding their face as she inspected them more throughrougly. She smelled the circuitry smoke too, making assumptions

"Oh dear. Were you against Badware? Killdroid? Both!? Oh nonono you need serious help quickly! Come here, dear"

He rushed care to the medical bed while trying his best to not panic more about the situation. He has seen much worse already but he seemingly can't ever gets used to seeing anyone so hurt. At least they aren't half dead? At least...

Care clutches their arms with a nervous smile, eyes flitting momentarily to meet their gaze before looking away. Yet their stare is more focused on the ground beneath them than on anything else, lost in some apparent daze. They seem to be reliving something quite unpleasant.

They occasionally shiver like they're going to fall over; and it's clear in how they practically slump into themselves once they get to the medical bed how badly they needed to sit down... Less so from injuries and more so from fright. It takes them a minute to actually try and speak up, watching Patt hastily look them over. Care's healing bottle is not on their person...

"...Badware..." They affirm. Their voice carries a strained warble to it. "Bonuspad had to throw out another one of the computers from the basement and... we'd moved it outside to toss it out, but..."

...But despite the unplugging and subsequent hammer-beating Bonuspad had dished out to the computer, it seemed that the busted-up, virus-riddled piece of junk had enough life left in it to be warped to, and that walking virus had clearly sensed the tampering. They look distant, recalling the sound of the chime. That momentary second of realization on both Bonuspad's and their own face. Bonus had gotten away mostly scot-free, but judging by Care's own physical appearance, they couldn't say the same for themselves.

"...Bonus is mostly fine... I don't think it likes me though." They weakly try to inject a little bit of humor into their situation, but it's half-hearted at best.

...To be honest, most electronics seemed to discomfort the other healer greatly, even if they try to mask that fact. (Though having to think on such a fact made them feel quite guilty, knowing the company Patty kept.)

Patt listened intently. Their heart breaking more at how clearly tired and hurt Care was. Seeing people like this gives them more and more of a reason to fear going outside at all

"Oh you poor thing... It's gonna be ok...! Just uhh... Love! Get me some-"

"Bandages, alcohol and probably a needle and string. Mhm i know -_-"

"Oh... And some ibuprofen. Go!"

"On it boss! ^^"

Loveware didn't seem to mind Care's presence, if not a bit annoyed? Could be about anything really...

"By the way, hon. You should never get anywhere near the computers those bastards put down. If the motherboard and hardware isn't completly desintegrated just the sheer fact it exists and has the virus in it makes it usable for them to teleport to"

"Besides, it's not a you thing. Those things just generally dislike having their stuff tampered with"

She mentioned while grabbing what was necessary. She stopped for a moment to really think about what she just said

"Uh...not that i'd know much of that, of course °_ °' "

"Either way. Aren't they just annoying (¬ ¬ )?"

Care hugs their arms around themself in some small effort to self-soothe, mindful of the injuries littering their person. They try to chin up on seeing Patty's concern, but they can't maintain it for long. They struggle to discern Loveware's tone, but it doesn't escape them how curt it sounded. Maybe they were just overthinking it; though it does not ease their nerves or their conscience. At least she was offering advice, right?... Care averts their gaze back to the floor at the last part with a small nod.

"Sorry..." They mumble out the apology, not entirely sure why. They really should just relax; it can't be that hard. So why do they keep shivering? Loveware's words weren't exactly reassuring... (but that's not her fault, no?)

"...A-annoying is a word for it..." They add. "it broke my bottle, and now I gotta get a new one..."

They had ended up in unpleasant spots with Badware and its little gaggle of machines more than once. They can still hear the mechanical whirring... but that might also just be Loveware. They are a little too wired to bother discerning any noise. "Bonus thought he'd smashed everything important. But..."

"You do not need to apologize, sweetie"

She said as she got close once more. Everything needed including a brand new bottle in her hands. She set down everything on the free space of the bed

"Breaking stuff is basically second nature for them, and being assholes about it is first"

"But it wasn't your fault. Or your friend's"

She looked directly at Care. Three dots on her screen. Her tone changed to a more empathetic one as she tried reassuring them. Whatever was annoying her before seems to have nothing to do with Care themselves and more to do with badware. Hm...

"Either way. Why are you shaking °-°? Are you cold? And you look like you could die of anxiety alone... (•́︿•̀ )"

"We have anxiety medication (´･ᴗ･`)! We could give one pill, or half, or as much as you need!-"

"Love! You cannot just offer those, that's prescription based...!"

"Ohh. Right, i think that's stupid (¬ ¬ )..."

Uh... At least she was concerned for their well being?

Care can't help but to make themselves a little smaller from their spot, their personal bubble feeling a little breached by the closing proximity. They take hold of the new healing bottle in both hands, shoulders a little hunched. They try to be polite and murmur a small 'thank you' anyways.

"...It's just... a lot of bad run-ins is all..." They mutter out, gaze hyperfocused on the bottle in their hands now. For something so goal-oriented, it really got a kick out of people's misery. "I'm just... overthinking it, I'm just nervous..." Just busy trying to mask their own discomfort (poorly); re-living a healthy(?) amount of electronics exploding right in their face; just busy trying to pretend that being in the same room as a computer twice their size wasn't even a little bit alarming and guilt-inducing because they don't have any reason to be making associations and be so spooked. They feel a little stupid. Their vocal chords hurt...

"and--what?" ...and then their disassociation is abruptly stopped by the offer followed by Carepads apparently half-mortified scolding. They bite the inside of their mouth a little in even a seconds contemplation of just agreeing... but opt to just shake their head with a weary smile, the edges of their nerves smoothed out a bit at the apparent effort to get them to relax. (Despite being a nurse they always have been pretty stubborn about taking medicine themselves...)

"Um! Nono, it's... okay. Just..." They remind themselves to measure their breaths, and it hits them they've been holding theirs for a little over ten seconds by this point. "Thank you. I'll survive..."

"I guess you could say they are... Bad-wares ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ"

She made some jazz hands after that pun to try and lighten the mood. After a few seconds of silence she played a coughing sound effect

"Uh... Anyways. Yeah! You better survive, caretakers have been so scarce lately (•︿•;)"

"That! Is enough, Loveware... I am so sorry about her...!"

Patt grabbed all the supplies while waving a hand to try and apologize about Loveware's entire behaviour

"We do not have any anesthesia, haven't gotten a re-fill in a couple of days... So this is gonna hurt. I'll try to get this done as quickly as possible so you can go rest over at the living quarters..."

"Please for the love of god go rest after this..."

"I really hope you have a high pain tolerance..."

"They seem to! I mean, with all these nasty cuts and bruises and that burn i'm surprised they aren't doubled over in pain right now ｡‸｡". I've seen people faint over less (￢_￢)!"

"That is true... But still"

Loveware then moves positions to be closer to where Care was leaning on the bed

"Listen dear, if it gets too much to handle you can hold onto me. I'm a robot, i won't mind ^^"

She held out her hand to them. It didn't exactly look like the most comfortable ting to hold onto, but it's the thought that counts, no? Besides, maybe they can just hold her arm instead (as much as the spring gets in the way...)

Care weakly smiles at the joke even if they can't quite formulate a response. Their anxiety is still there, though they feel some of that tension fizzle out of themselves. No harm, no foul... They're all trying to be nice. You're trying to be nice. Relax.

"I'll... try. I can see why... I-it's fine," They answer softly in some effort to maintain some modicum of lightheartedness; offering Patty an apologetic look. There wasn't exactly a plentiful amount of people who had enough medical knowledge to care for others. Their own value to their team is something that motivated them to put in as much effort as they could muster. Honestly, they really did need a nap...

"I-it's not the first time. Being this hurt I mean... It's fine." If anything they would be not-so-proud to say they've had it worse. They bite their tongue a little bit at their own word repetition, tongue stuck out in contemplation. The adrenaline still skipping through their system was doing a lot of heavy lifting to numb a lot of the pain they really should be feeling right now... but that doesn't stop them from looking a little nervous at the idea of doing any of this without anesthetic. "I'll survive... probably..."

They look a little jumpy as Loveware shifts in close enough to offer a hand. There's a deer-in-headlights look written on their expression for a moment before they force themselves to relax. Their eyes flit about to nothing in particular before focusing in front of them and hesitantly placing their hand into Lovewares. They try not to make their discomfort obvious. It was a gesture made in good faith, they can't just say no to that...

"Alright... Let 's do this"

Patt first addressed the obvious burn on their forearm, using cotton swabs and alcohol to clean it throughroughly before applying some healing ointment and bandages. Then they went for the cuts, the bigger ones getting stiches and the smaller ones getting patches or bandaids depending on size (of course, getting desinfected first), the scrapes getting similar treatment. Patt seemed very distressed the entire time, as if they could feel it too, muttering sorry's at the more obviously painful parts

Loveware tried diverting Care's attention by playing nice gifs she happened to have downloaded. Cute puppys, kittens playing, the occasional heart animation and a couple funny moments, she cycled through them like a slideshow in hopes of distracting them from the pain. She at some point tried getting her other hand close to Care's head but decided against it, who's to know what she was gonna do? (Pet them, she wanted to pet them. As an attempt at comfort, of course)

It took a bit to be finished, not the quickest thing ever... Patt took her time to triple check the final result and sighed once she was convinced everything was "better" (or taken care of, at least)

"There you go, dear... Uhm. Here, have an ibuprofen. I am so sorry..."

Patt went to a nearby mini fridge to retrive some water for Care, leaving them and Loveware alone

"... How do you feel, sweetie?"

She sounded genuinely concerned

Care tries their best to grit through the process. Flinching would just make it worse. They almost don't feel real (likely just their brain detaching from the pain as they bear the worst of it), the adrenaline that had previously been doing a lot of the heavy lifting slowly exiting their system. They nod absentmindedly as Patty mutters their apologies. Their eyes eventually drift to nervously eye Loveware's screen. It's a small comfort. Barely. The moving images give them something to focus their attention on at least. They shy away as her other hand raises in their peripheral, unsure if their flinching (so much for not flinching) is just the pain or their own discomfort.

It couldn't have been more than thirty minutes... but it felt like forever. They let out a breath they once again failed to realize they had been holding, muttering out a quiet 'It's fine' as Patty steps away. They look and feel reasonably exhausted; hunched over and feeling more than a little sleepy.

"...Tired, and... scared." Care mumbles out bleary-eyed. They feel a familiar discomfort itch in their throat. They don't quite have it in them to keep shifting around like a skittish animal.

"It's going to be ok dear. It's over now, it's over now..."

She actually decided to use her hand to pat them gently. It wasn't the most comfortable thing considering her -again- weirdly shaped hand but it's not like she was hitting them over the head with it... Like some others that look like her might do. She displayed on her screen a heart gif with the words "i love you" on it, it didn't go away after a couple seconds for another gif so maybe she was keeping it there for them. An attempt at comfort, probably

"Alright, here...!"

Patt got back with a bottle of water, a worried expression still on their face that they were trying to mask with relief. They got closer to them as they opened the water and handed it to them, also handing a very large circular pill

"A 400mg ibuprofen should do it, at least make you feel better... If we get stronger painkillers you can come by to get them if you feel like you need them..."

Patt smiled at them

Care can't help how they shy away slightly at the touch. Their anxiety weakly bounces around their chest before they force themselves to take a deep breath. At least there was a kind sentiment behind it. Goodness knows how Patty was so normal about having Loveware around; but they do suppose any helping hand is a welcome one... (And they can admit they are a bit biased...)

They opt to quietly stare at the floor up until Patty comes wandering back, taking the bottle and the pill quietly with a nod and a 'thank you.' They look a little hesitant to take the medication for a second before steeling themselves and downing it in one go.

"You... look more tired than I do..." Care would quietly note, not quite aware of Patty's anxiety as much as they were the tension in their features and the bags under their eyes.

"Oh..? Well, it's exahusting having to be working all day..."

"Every day..."

They held their head low in what looked like shame. They were embarrased that they didn't look in their up most condition even though they don't remember the last time they even felt like that. Either way, being the only person in charge of caring for the injured when they get back is not exactly very relaxing, specially considering how seriously they take this job and how empathetic to a fault they are. But this isn't about them, far from it

"I'm fine though! I'll be fine... You should be hading off to rest though..."

"Do you need any help? Loveware can carry you to the living quarters...!"

"If you're comfortable of course (•﹏•;)! No pressure (ᴗ_ᴗ)"

Loveware put her hands up, hoping to not seem pushy. Even with all her caring she did notice how uncomfortable Care seemed with her so she'd prefer to not possibly make them feel any worse, it's understandable at the end of the day

Care quietly nods along in response, some sense of pity rising in response to Patty's words. The crestfallen look on Patty's face told them all they needed to know, even if they'd protest that they were doing fine.

"...It's okay to be tired... if you need help you can... talk to me?" They try to reassure with a small smile, carefully pushing themselves off the medical bed to stand with a small wince as they keep muttering, "I-I'll be okay. I'm... sorry. I can walk..." ...Though they can at least appreciate the sentiment of asking.

They make a point to stand up slowly, but it doesn't really save them from the lightheadedness that follows as they adjust their hat and pocket their replacement healing bottle with a strained breath.

"Oh i'm quite alright! You already have so much on your plate and i wouldn't want to add more...! It's fine..."

They did a dismissive hand motion while looking away. The last thing they wanted was to be a bother to anyone

"Of course you can..."

Patt nodded and smiled, a bit embarrased of the offer now. Still instictively putting her arms around Care just in case they became too lightheaded and fell, it has happened before, and its quite dangerous

"If you need anything we'll be right here ^_^!"