i have killed many angels

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Characters: The Grand Highblood + anyone

Setting: He's starting at the cafeteria exit and is slowly making his way back to his room, or....?

Format: Any

Summary: The GHB got into a particularly nasty fight with the Summoner, but dragged himself out of the room once he assumed the Summoner fell unconscious. He's wounded all over by deep scratches,  particularly to his collar bone and throat area where he was bitten and clawed, respectively. There's also a long gash on his side, and a messy stab wound on one of his legs as well, so he's limping slightly.

Warnings: The Grand Highblood. Description of blood and whatnot.

The Grand Highblood wasn't 100% sure where he was going. There was that shoddy excuse of a respiteblock, which was his current destination, but it would take him a while in this state. In all honesty, he felt like shit. It's been a long motherfucking time since he's felt this tired and out of sorts.

With each step, he felt a stab of pain shoot up his injured leg and he was using the wall as a crutch. A truly pathetic sight for the oh-so-Grand-Highblood, a fleeting thought in his mind that made him scoff. He was trailing lots of blood, and he was a little worried that he might attract unwanted attention.....

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[benigncancer]

As the Grand Highblood reached the infirmary level, it was to see Signless in a set of grey scrubs stepping out of the infirmary. He was just getting off shift, and exhausted, but the scent of blood attracted his attention immediately.

He looked down at the leg, then up, up, up at the Highblood's face.

Well. Shit.

He sighed and jerked his head towards the door he'd just emerged from. "Come on."

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The Grand Highblood did not budge. He wanted to laugh and tell him to fuck off, but he didn't even have the mind for that. So he continued to stare at him dully, breathing heavily and blinking slowly down at him.

[benigncancer]

Okay, getting near a huge and violent troll who was at this moment injured was probably a stupid thing to do, but Signless raised his hands, open and weaponless, and slowly approached.

"It's my fucking job to help injured people, even if they're you. So come with me, and I'll heal your wounds," he said. Fuck he was enormous. Signless was stocky and short, and felt like he had to practically dislocate his neck to meet his eyes.

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Yeah, pretty stupid, Signless! Gosh. There was a low growl coming from the back of his throat, but he soon stopped, seeing as it hurt to even do that. No thanks to that stupid Summoner digging his claws into his throat. His shoulders sagged a little as Signless approached, letting his eyes meet with the much shorter troll's.

He didn't reply for obvious reasons but at least he took a small step forward, nearly falling over in the process. He catches himself with the wall again. No way he was falling onto his knees in front of anyone.

[benigncancer]

"It's okay," Signless said, almost automatically, as the Grand Highblood began to growl. He reached up and papped his cheek gently, wrapping his other arm around the big troll to support his weight. "Shoosh, it'll be all right."

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If this had been any other time, the highblood would've flipped his shit. There would've been so much screaming and beating and who knows what the motherfuck else, but right now, he felt strangely comforted by this new and strange affection. What the hell was this? It made his insides twist something awful and he felt sick. Coupled with the injuries? Not good at all.

Then another tentative step forward. He wasn't planning on depending on the Signless for balance, but his hold helped. Whatever this weird feeling was, once he was feeling better, the sooner it would go away.

[benigncancer]

Signless wasn't really sure if his attempts at comforting were working, but at least the Grand Highblood hadn't ripped his head off, yet. And he was obeying, and leaning on him, and moving generally in the right direction, so it had to be a good sign.

He had to stop papping to move forward, but he rubbed GHB's arm a little as they walked, then opened the door and led him towards a bed. "I'll need you to lie down," he said.

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The highblood stared at the bed. Seriously, this was a fucking weird thing to be all having in an infirmary. He still couldn't wrap his thinkpan around the idea of a flat board-like surface to provide comfort and rest. It seemed the Signless had completely adapted to this alien lifestyle, which made him want to roll his eyes.

But after a bit of staring, he didn't protest any further and slowly lied down. It wasn't so bad, the pain. There was a sort of numbness going on that he was used to, and it helped.

He wondered just how delirious he was right now, because he was actually fucked up enough to just let another troll take care of him and he was totally not caring about it at all. It just didn't matter at this point whether the Signless would try and kill him in his sleep, but he liked to think that he knew the Signless enough. What with his preachy bullshit about being equal...

His mind wandered after that, staring up blankly at the colorless ceiling.

[benigncancer]

Signless thought it was weird, too, but this was what they had to work with, so he coped. He helped the indigo blood onto the bed as best he could, gently shifting his legs to be straight and making sure his head was on the soft puffy rectangle that the humans called a 'pillow'.

Then he drew in a breath and let it out. Fuck him sideways with a rusty eating prong. This was awkward.

"I'm going to just try and figure out how bad your injuries are, okay?" he said, not even sure if the other troll was paying attention or capable of responding. He seemed hurt pretty badly.

He leaned over him, starting at the top, and began moving hair and clothing aside as needed to try to assess the extent of the other troll's injuries.

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

[The trail of blood did attract Grand Highblood's favorite little mutant girl. She follows the trail down the hall and looks all the way up at him when she finally reaches him]

You're bleeding! I'll take you to the doctor place.

[Molly is the most astute person, but she could totally carry GHB if he let her]

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[He snarls loudly, body acting instinctively as someone -- a little girl -- approaches. It doesn't matter how small or big an intruder is, he will bristle violently and try to scare them off as an act of defense.]

Leave. Me. [His throat is pretty damaged so he refrains from shouting as best as he can, even if it's hard to control.]

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Silly, you're hurt! I'm not just going to leave you here, that's not what a superhero would do!

[So, she picks up GHB and starts to carry him towards the infirmary]

Don't get all mad at me for carrying you, kay? We can tell everyone that you walked there all by yourself!

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[holy shit what the mother fuck!!!! this is totally unexpected! he's pretty shocked so he just kinda goes limp. not like he has many options anyway. his body refuses to move after that initial shock.]

NO. [he coughs, more blood trickling from his lips.]

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No what? No we can tell everyone that I carried you or no I should put you down and let you bleed everywhere because if it's the second one then I'm not going to listen to you.

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[GOD OK he gives up arguing with her, but maybe he can pull himself free from her surprisingly freakishly monster grip. He tries to swipe at her to loosen her hold on him, since yeah, he was definitely talking about the second one.]

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[Even if he hits her it won't hurt, she's using her powers so she's pretty much invulnerable. She may stumble and drop him a bit but she would pick him up before he can get away from her.] Stop it! You're gonna just yourself more!

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[He's at a bit of a loss for what to do. Hitting her didn't seem to bother her at all, she would not set him down, and his consciousness is slowly diminishing with each passing minute.]

Ugh... take me to my room. 1-20. I do not wish to be all surrounded by motherfucking doctors.

Did I mention this kid is an idiot?

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo froze when he saw the Grand Highblood. The big scary troll who had killed him. That mixed with his visit back to his world, back to Milano had given him an extra wariness. Adults would hurt him if he didn't behave himself and he was about to leave, avoid the troll so he didn't have any reason to get angry with Romeo again.

But then he saw the blood, it was blue but Romeo knew that trolls had different coloured bloods. He was injured! Even if he was cruel and an adult Romeo couldn't let him be injured. Only a very very bad person would do something like that. He ran forwards.

"Let me help you sir! We can go see the doctors!" He reached out to try and support the troll, which was a bit silly since he barely came to his waist.

ABUBUBU ROMEO ;A;

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Christ on a burning stick. It was that wriggler that he choked to death not too long ago. He's alive and kicking, annoying as ever. This would be where the highblood would express his surprise, and he really is surprised, but he can't muster up any energy to do so.

As the boy neared, he immediately reeled back and growled in warning, not wanting this motherfucking weak-ass wriggler near his person much less try to support him. He was much too small, much too weak, if support was even a thing that he ever wanted.

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Romeo frowned at the growl, skipping back a step out of instinct but then he continued towards him. "I wont hurt you! You just need to get your cuts fixed, don't be scared sir!"

He reached out again to try and stear the High Blood in the direction of the infirmary.

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"You...hurt ME? HAH! And who the motherfuck said I was all scared?!" The highblood wheezed, each word straining against his throat. He didn't like the sort of attention he was getting, especially from little wrigglers that came back from the dead. Despite his worn out state, he was once more contemplating killing this meddlesome thing.

Unfortunately, his body refused to listen. His legs gave out and he crashed to the ground.

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

"You look scared sir," was the answer as Romeo tried to support him again. However the troll crashed to the floor and Romeo had no idea what he could do, he doubted he could even lift one of the Highblood's legs never mind him whole.

"Sir? Sir you got to get up, we got to get you to the infirmary, do you want me to go find someone? How about one of your friends?"

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The boy's insistence made him not want to get up. He was just going to lie here and sleep it off, even if sleeping on a cold, hard floor was not exactly ideal. At least, that was the plan once this pest ran off.

"Yeah, sure, motherfucker...go, and find this 'friend' of mine. I'm sure they'll all be rushing here to motherfucking help."

It was a little bitter, in some ways, and he wanted to blame that on the blood loss. If Romeo did manage to find a person willing to help, he hoped it was a troll (an adult, please), and that they would just kill him right then and there. It was better than being pitied by a wriggler who refused to learn his lesson.

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"Who is your friend?" He frowns trying to think of the trolls that he knew. He had to go find help though, the Highblood was really injured. "I know Psiioniic, and Kanaya and Terezi and the Condesce but she's a little scary, she might help you though. Oh and I know the Summoner he's really nice. Who should I go get? Or do you have human friends as well?"

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He wanted to laugh and scream at this boy at the same time. All of those names were lost to him aside from the Condesce and the Summoner, but but heh, the Condesce was in just a similar a state as he was. The Condesce was also a person he did not want to run into looking like this. He had no friends, no allies, and that was just fine by him.

"Just get the motherfuck out of my sight," he growled, his eyes starting to close. The room was spinning. "Just. GET. THE MOTHERFUCK. OUT."