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NOOO!! NOOOOO!!!!
(he is writhing around and snarling and foaming at the mouth like a cat stuck in a plastic bag.)
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Puts YOU in a cervical collar (Cone of Shame ™️)
NOOO!! NOOOOO!!!!
(he is writhing around and snarling and foaming at the mouth like a cat stuck in a plastic bag.)
Imagine dislocating your knee and fracturing something
Imagine crying like a little bitch because youw nose is bweeding. Aww.
(he’s very much mocking Kobra)
(He's at the kitchen table, partially laying over it. He looks bored out of his mind, like not doing anything at all is killing him. Eventually he gets up, stumbling as he tries to find something, anything, to do—willing to fight just to feel alive)
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(Scratch is sitting against the wall near the door, his knees tucked loosely to his chest and one arm curled around his knees while the other lays out on the floor beside him. He looks calm and spacey, staring into the ceiling with his head leaned back into the wall. He twitches a little every now and then, his static a dull orange and partially red.)
(At some point Kobra finally got up and started walking to the kitchen, carrying the no longer cold ice pack back to refreeze it and switch it out for the cold one. He put his sunglasses on, the light being too much. There's a noticeable crack in one of the lenses, as well as a few shallow scratches. There's bandages around one of his wrists as well as what looks like popsicle sticks holding the joint in place. He looks... terrible, to say the least)
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(Scratch had made his way to the kitchen to put the painkillers away, specifically not taking any himself because he'd never needed them before. Zey'd sat zemselves at the table with a bottle of water, staring down at the surface. He seems zoned out, at best. His static is more noticeable because it's so dark, and also because, well, it's visible now. Zey don't look up at Kobra for a few moments, only noticing the movement in zer peripheral vision and looking up to investigate. As his eyes glaze over the various injuries, he kind of feels bad for being such a wuss with his pain.
For the moment, he keeps quiet, not wanting to bother Kobra.)