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June of Doom Day 24

"I think I'm going to be sick"

| Bleeding out | Illness | Cold Sweat |

Cw: The tags above

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Civilian had no idea what they were doing as they packed bandages into Supervillain's wound.

They had stayed home, in bed, all day because of their cold. They were drugged up on cough medicine and enough pain killers to down a horse, which was the only reason Civilian could justify what they were doing, kneeling on their kitchen floor, as Supervillain bled out in front of them.

They had stumbled in at the door, bleeding all over the carpet as Civilian was trying to make themself some soup, and Civilian had, for some reason, decided to help.

So there they were, on the floor, packing the wound with as much finesse as a twelve year old as Supervillain broke out into a cold sweat.

Civilian cursed, shaking Supervillain to try and wake them, but they only succeeded in causing a few bubbles of blood to foam out of the wound.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Civilian muttered, reapplying pressure to the wound.

"You're going to be fine," a voice said from behind them, and Civilian whipped around to be face to face with Villain. "But I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to come with us, Boss with want to talk with you when they wake up."

Civillian panicked, their breathing turning erratic before they promptly fainted, ending up on the floor beside Supervillain, equally unconscious, as Villain and Henchman bent down to retrieve them.

June of Doom Day 24

"I think I'm going to be sick"

| Bleeding out | Illness | Cold Sweat |

Cw: The tags above

...

Civilian had no idea what they were doing as they packed bandages into Supervillain's wound.

They had stayed home, in bed, all day because of their cold. They were drugged up on cough medicine and enough pain killers to down a horse, which was the only reason Civilian could justify what they were doing, kneeling on their kitchen floor, as Supervillain bled out in front of them.

They had stumbled in at the door, bleeding all over the carpet as Civilian was trying to make themself some soup, and Civilian had, for some reason, decided to help.

So there they were, on the floor, packing the wound with as much finesse as a twelve year old as Supervillain broke out into a cold sweat.

Civilian cursed, shaking Supervillain to try and wake them, but they only succeeded in causing a few bubbles of blood to foam out of the wound.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Civilian muttered, reapplying pressure to the wound.

"You're going to be fine," a voice said from behind them, and Civilian whipped around to be face to face with Villain. "But I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to come with us, Boss with want to talk with you when they wake up."

Civillian panicked, their breathing turning erratic before they promptly fainted, ending up on the floor beside Supervillain, equally unconscious, as Villain and Henchman bent down to retrieve them.