It was a graveyard smash!

[fuckyou_chorus]

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[wellexecuted]

[ sometime this night, I'M SURE YOU WERE HAVING A BLAST, but then with no warning your head gets cut off. It's not terribly painful as it's quick but . . . well, your head still goes flying.

It isn't like you needed it or anything. ]

[kepthishead]

[THAT'S OKAY, HE'LL JUST STAND HERE AND KEEP HYPERVENTILATING.]

[brokenclover]

[kjhsd runs out of air soon enough, trying to push herself to her feet. she's weak and shaky so it takes her a few moments.]

[kepthishead]

You should stay down.

[brokenclover]

I need air. The smell is making me sick.

[kepthishead]

I ... I'll go and find someone.

[brokenclover]

[will crawl out of this damn building if she has to, but in the meantime, she's latched onto a table]

[kepthishead]

[he reaches out a hand to help and then pulls it back as if burned.]

[brokenclover]

[reaches out to him instead, really trying not to think about how red her hand is]

[kepthishead]

Don't! Don't ... I ... I could do it again.

[he's staring at her hand, going pale and looking a little unstable on his feet.]

[brokenclover]

[curls her hand back against her chest]

Elliot?

[kepthishead]

I - I'll go and find someone to help. Just ... Just stay where you are.

[brokenclover]

. . . Mm.

[kepthishead]

[aaand he's off looking for someone that he knows knows her. THIS COULD TAKE A BIT.]

[brokenclover]

[she's going to start working her way towards the door again in the meantime, still unsteady, but determined]

[kepthishead]

[he comes back and at least there's colour in his face]

I couldn't find anyone - what are you doing?!