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[updollsdresses]

[Well, that was fun! Teatime isn't too happy about being tricked, but that delightful little toy they had given him more than made up for it. He wonders if he'll ever get it back. He'd like that.

Oh, well. Another unusual happenstance, another belonging from home returned to him. He's never really had many personal belongings, so he has no idea what

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[the_wee_big_hag]

[Oh hey, it's that assassin. Unfortunately her job as a witch comes first.]

Yes. What is the problem?

[updollsdresses]

Nothing. [FUCK YOU HE'LL BLEED TO DEATH FIRST]

[the_wee_big_hag]

Really. You just made a call asking for a doctor for no reason.

[Does not believe you....]

[updollsdresses]

Just [oh wow so this is what it's like drown in your own blood]... Just simple curiosity. Really. [can't read my

can't read my

no you can't read my

poker face]

action

[hispalette]

[and look who just happens to be walking into the kitchen when Teatime's making his call.]

- Mr. Teatime...!

[immediately, small hands go to his shoulders to help him up, but when Red gets a good look at the metal thing poking out of his chest, a wave of nausea hits him like a flood and it takes all of his self control to resist gagging.]

What - What happened?!

[updollsdresses]

Something... terribly familiar.

[oh god why didn't he pay attention during first aid class-- oh, right, because injuries are things that happen to other people. duh.]

[deaths_heritor]

Are you finally seeking the help that you need? If you'll take my advice, I recommend electroshock therapy and an extremely high dose of tranquilizers.

[updollsdresses]

You're the cause of this! I know it! [paranoia paranoia errbody's coming to get meeeeeee]

[deaths_heritor]

Blaming me for retarded mental development is hardly fair.

[updollsdresses]

I am not-- it's your damned--

[Wait.

It's bad enough that the little witch knows about this; when Susan finds out, she'll never let him live it down. Err. After he's back to living, that is.

Best to delay it for as long as he can.

Which should be... ah, half hour, less if the shock gets him first.]

[shoeofbaileys]

Old Gregg knew a doctor once.

[updollsdresses]

Did he, now. [JUST WHEN HIS LIFE HITS ROCK BOTTOM, SOMEBODY ARRIVES WITH A SHOVEL]

[shoeofbaileys]

Yes sir. He don't talk with Old Gregg no more.

Mainly cause he don't have no jaw no more.

[updollsdresses]

That would make it difficult, wouldn't it.

[eldest_hatter]

[Sophie has been warned about Teatime, but she's never seen him, nor heard what he sounds like, so she is genuinely offering here.]

I'm not a doctor, but if there is an injury of some kind I can help.

[updollsdresses]

How are you with internal bleeding, miss? [man witches all up in his grill and shit]

[eldest_hatter]

A very bad injury, then. I should be able to stop it.

[updollsdresses]

Could you?

[sounding SO DISTRUSTFUL]

Would you be willing to... keep this to yourself, miss?