Sam: -he just stands there quietly on guard, his hand bleeding-
The lady's panting and a look of pure rage is on her face
???: You little bitch...I'm gonna-
Damien stabs her in the heel
Sam: i-
The lady falls on the ground and Damien kneels next to her
Damien: I'm not soft.
He plunges the knife into her back
Sam: i- are- . . are we safe now? Or . . -he's twitching alot and breathing quickly-
Damien:...yeah, we're safe now. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm about to-
He passes out
Sam; holy shiet- uh-
Max: -walking up to Sam with bandages- :<
Sam: i- ok uhm . . -literly no medical knowledge-
Damien's bleeding out
Sam: eEEEeeE -he quickly and messily puts wrap it where he is bleeding- well. . . ow- my hand- -forgot he hurt his hand- -he wraps his hand in the bandage as well- ow- ow- owie- ow-
Max: -trying not to become a laughing cat-
The blood is soaking through the bandages. Damien's forehead is damp with sweat and his breathing is getting shallow
