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WARNING BLOOD AND GORE AHEAD

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.

Comet's right hand swam around in HQ's chest, making sure he didn't miss a stray bullet or two. Quickly he shoved his own lung inside HQ. It was gross, morbid show of love as Comet held his lover's heart to the side as he carefully tried to position the lung. He had been crying the whole time, silent as a mouse and heavy with tears. Thankfully his lung seemed to understand what to do, its rapid healing quickly latched into the damaged respiratory system, fusing Comet's flesh with HQ's. Comet glared up at Mallard. "Sew." Sew... he was asking it to sow his chest shut. "I.. I've never.. I will try," Mallard's voice shook. The materials for stitches wasn't far, and it had to fix its own all the time. Slowly Mallard worked away at the gaping flesh wound Comet had made, the air was thick with the scent of iron, it was nauseating. It didn't like how the needle and thread tugged in HQ's flesh, it didn't like seeing the man's organs. No matter how much Mallard hated HQ, this was too much. The air was colder than normal, Comet's presence loomed over the doctor. Eerily silent. Suddenly, despite how he should have been dead by now, HQ started to cough and lurch forward, blood pouring from his mouth as he threw up. Mallard barely had any time to get away nor finish the stitches.