So You've Had A Bad Day

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Who: Samuel Oak + OPEN
What: Samuel got cursed by Viridi, and bad luck catches up to him.
Where: Various
When: After the Overgrowth event
Content Warnings: Various injuries, blood and gore in one prompt

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The lack of parts (and their newfound ability to feel pain) mean that even though the removal of overgrowth from their leg was done expertly, some damage remains. They've discovered robot wounds heal like organic ones do, so they haven't been messing with it too much, but if Sam thinks he can fix things, they might at least consider it.

For now though, they're gonna hobble around. "Affirmative. Glue is also useful for sealing wounds." Though that might be harder to find than just finding thread.

Oh look, there's some pretty strong alcohol. At least, it says it's 160 proof. They grab the bottle and set it on the bar before they go searching for medical supplies. They're pretty sure there should be some around here somewhere...

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His nose wrinkles at the thought of using glue -- not special medical glue, just regular glue -- on his body. Please, no.

He's still stuck in Dragonite's arms, and can't do much to help Legion personally, but he realizes there is something he can do -- against the dragon's protests, he pulls out two Pokeballs (one regular, one friend ball) with his bad arm (his good one is still clutched onto his abdomen) -- and tosses them out. Immediately two creatures appear -- Pidgey, and one of the native Smeargle-Moombas. They both make sounds of distress at the sight of their blood-covered companion, but he sternly points toward legion before resting his arm again.

"Go on, go help him find something to treat this with." Reluctantly, they leave his side as he rests his arm again, making their way to the cabinets to help Legion look around for supplies.

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People have done it before! Even if it's not necessarily the best idea.

Their headflaps flare at the sudden appearance of these additional helpers, but they calm down quickly enough. Finding the required items should at least go faster: Legion will eventually locate the first aid kit, and there's some spare thread that the creatures should be able to find as well.

Legion picks up the alcohol from where they had set it on the bar and carries it and the other supplies over to Sam and Dragonite.

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The first aid kit should have all the supplies they need, so he'll only use the alcohol if he absolutely has to. Meanwhile, his Smeargle has come up with a towel, and holds it up desperately.

"Good thinking, Rose. That way I won't get blood everywhere." He named the Smeargle Rose, by the way. She lays out the towel in a nearby booth, and Dragonite lays Sam on top of it. The first thing Sam goes for in the first aid kit is the painkillers, coughing after he swallows them dry. He glances up at Legion and his own companions as he arranges the supplies he'll need to treat himself; he hates to ask for even more, but....

"Could I ask you for one more thing? A mirror of some kind would help me get a better look at what I'm trying to do." His shoulder, at least, is not in a great position for him to see what he's doing, and his abdomen is at a pretty awkward angle to work on too.