Warning: Light gore
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Scar twirled left and right, flying through the clean air, it was a rather nice day, and surprisingly, he had no projects to work on today. "Oh look a butterfl-!",He was cut off. A sharp tree branch jabbed him in the stomach. "E-eh...", The brunette looked down, his cream shirt drenched thoroughly in blood, few droplets even began to spill from his lips. "Oh god...", Scar muttered weakly, he knew in minutes he would perish. So, in a state of panic, he shakily reached for his communicator, and began typing.
GoodtimeswithScar: Help
Xisumavoid: Huh? What's up Scar?
GoodtimeswithScar : I'm stuck on a tree branch
Xisumavoid: that doesn't sound so bad!
GoodtimeswithScar: No it went through my stomach and now I'm bleeding
Xisumavoid: OH GOD I'LL BE THERE AS SOON AS I CAN!!!
Scar held the device in his hands, pondering his will and testimony, and who to give what. 'Well this is the end of me.', Scar thought, grabbing his hat with bloody fingers and resting it on a branch. Only then, seconds later did X come flying to him, a worried expression clouding his face. "Oh no, oh no, oh no...", murmured X as he desperately tried to figure out what to do. But soon enough, Scar was pulled free from the branch that had pierced him, and blood began gushing endlessly. "aaaaAAAAHHHH!", X panicked. Luckily he had come prepared, with a gauze in his hands, he began to wrap Scar's wound. Grabbing Scar's hat, X gently glided down back onto the earth. "Ok, Scar. What happened.", X sighed. "Long story short, I got distracted while flying, and I crashed into a tree.", the bleeding Hermit explained. A few days later, Scar was nursed back to health. Minus occasional wincing, Scar was back to his normal self, but that trauma would scar him for life.