Mary: *closes my eyes, but then they snap open and I look at him*

Destiny: *glances at Lucey nervously* Lucey: Go ahead.

Mary: *twitches and my eyes open a little* Mm..?

Destiny: *leans on a wall, glaring at the nurse* — Nurse: *writing things down nervously* M-Ma’am. We have to remove the shirt..

Mary: *snoring quietly*

Mmmm. )) Lucious: Hm. Go. Don’t come back. *turns and walks the other way*

Red Cross. Just that )) Lucious: *instantly aims my gun at him* Shoo.

Well. You start. I’ll go with your decision ))

Lucious: Woman. God damn. — Lucey: Maybe we should wai- Destiny: He’s getting worse so no! She can fucking meet us! *teleports us to the waiting room* I have a gun shot!

Well. The name picker chose. But I’m still like. What do you want xD ))

Lucious: Well go get the fucking name! *growls*

Here. I have an idea ))

Lucious: Which hospital. *continues sharpening the blade*

Uhm. No. Uh. You choose xD ))

Lucious: *sharpening a knife and looks over* Well? — Destiny; Where the hell did she go..! *looks around in the lobby*

Well. What’s going to happen xD ))

Lucey: *watches Destiny* Destiny: *has Vincent in my arms* Hurry. Let’s go. *rushes out* Lucey: *fallows*

Mary: Love you too.. *kisses his neck, holding his hand as I fall asleep*

Lucey: Zy, darling. Can you help me up? ((Lucey’s around 72))

Mary: *hugs his arm, dozing off slowly*