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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

Sam: hhhhh- rags- rags I need a cold rag, yes. -runs to the kitchen and get a rag and puts it on damien's forehead.-  wait- he's on the floor uh . . maybe if I give him a blanket he'll be ok- -he goes to get a blanket-

Max: -goes and lays down by Damien-

Damien starts talking in his sleep 

Damien: N-no...I-I'm one of you...

Sam: -he comes back with the blanket, confused-

Damien: ...please...no...

his bandages are soaked through with blood and he's barely breathing

Sam: ! More bandages! -he grabs the bandages and changes them, and makes the rag cold again-

Max: -watching sam-