Enter... (If you wish)

[lass of something much]

*blood, blood and more blood* {by the way; the fact that I'm bleeding a lot means that my heart is beating, so, a good thing...for me anyway}

[shisteer of nothing much]

Yay! She's alive. Well, for now, anyway. *passes A.R.S.E.N.E a packet of bandaids that were sitting on the bookshelf*

[lass of something much]

My lungs have been replaced five times....I think I know the basics...

O.O
{You what?!?}

[Scott McLamok]

(No not really...)

[Corporal Rubbadub]

*wakes up from a nap* *whispers* While the robot-type-guy is healing lass, shouldn't we be escaping?

[lass of something much]

(No not really...)

{sweet relief, you got me worried there!}