❛ ᴛᴏʀɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ !

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Helping My Injured Muse Sentence Starters

"Oh, God, you're bleeding. You're bleeding a lot."

"Stop squirming, I'm trying to help."

"Hang on, I got you."

"Just lean on me, I'll help you walk."

"We should get that looked at."

"Don't tilt your head back, you'll make your nosebleed worse!"

"Just sit up and breathe, ok?"

"Eh, you'll be fine. I think. Maybe."

"What ever you do, don't go to sleep. Stay awake."

"Oooooo. That looks painful."

"Oh, thank God! Don't scare me like that!"

"How the hell did you do this to yourself?"

"Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?"

"You stopped breathing."

"Oh look, it's alive."

"Take deep breaths, you'll be fine."

"Arms shouldn't move like that..."

"What happened to your leg?!"

"Yep, that's broken alright. How'd you manage that?"

"Here's some ice."

"You're welcome, by the way."

"Do you need an ice pack for that shiner?"

"Yeesh, you look like shit."

"Wait, you were mugged?!"

"Is that a stab/gunshot wound?"

"Ok, ew. I'm not cleaning that up."

"Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head."

"You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn't be moving arou d too much if I were you."

"We thought you were dead!"

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?"

"Can you walk on your own?"

"You're getting blood on my clothes!"

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

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             you got your fist raised, but your legs are shaky. you know that i’m the shit, that’s why you’re tryin’ to take me. we can go around the corner– i ain’t catchin’ a case. this will all be over quick, i’m a do what it takes! so you better know your role; but never speak out of place– or i’m a roll ya ass up, and smack the lips off ya face. you better not run, cause my bullets are faster. i’d never really hit a bitch, so i’m gonna smack ya. this won’t even be a fight, cause i’m knockin’ you out– and my name ain’t dick, so keep it out of your mouth!

          gta!based KOOTRA of youtube. written && loved by malorie. intense violence, gore, alcohol abuse, drugs, guns, blood– it’s all there. mutuals only && selective.

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‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

       ——–    //    «   SENTENCE MEME.  »

            her voice nearly startles the fire brand , russet hues wondering upwards to lock with her’s-- briefly , a moment before they flicker away , fire seemingly alive within the muscle fibers residing there. running slender fingers through his hair , the young boy huffs lightly before dome rises , shaggy hair nearly covering his eyes ,         ❝   course i did. dude was talking shit.   ❞   came the inevitable answer , blood dripping from his lip && nose both , though teeth scrapped at the inter linings of his lower lip , tasting copper.

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* hurt prompts

‘ are you bleeding? ’

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

‘ where does it hurt? ’ 

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’ 

‘ you should see the other guy. ’ 

‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’

‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’

‘ i’ll get some ice. ’ 

‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

‘ what’s wrong with you? ’

‘ you can barely stand. ’

‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’

‘ at least bandage it. ’ 

‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’ 

‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’

‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’

‘ what happened to you? ’

‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’

‘ are those bandages? ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ look out for that tree branch. ’

‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

‘ lean on me. ’

‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’  

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’

‘ lie down. ’

‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’

‘ wake up! wake up! ’

‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’

‘ look at your face! ’

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          yes , i still think abt aleks having a childhood Friend && reuniting && fucking,,,them figuring out who he Is aksdghja && who his surrogate father is && aksdgah all that Shit im emo

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          ------------   the devil , he's at my door , && i know what he came here for. the kind of fun that i adore , i let him enter to make some more.  fire, it burn my skin-- but i still want to play with it. like a shark fin in the swim , i cut myself && jump on in. 

                           baby boy , baby brother. we're losing you to the gutter.

                  there's a red light up ahead , i drive my car into it. i'm a little kid with a big death wish. i bite the lips, the lips that kiss. baby boy , baby brother --- we're losing you to the gutter.