If he were normal, he might have said no, ran to see a proper doctor, but he's done this enough before, just with a stimpak, and a boy who's face was more familiar. He yelps when his nose is set back in place, whimpering as he nods, and snorts the powder- Best he can.

// oh virgil youre so shmoopy

He doesn't feel much- Which was good, considering the pain he was in just a minute ago. It was still there, but the fact it was starting to feel *less like it was there was good enough for him. He coughs, wincing. " Th- Thanks again .. S- Sorry y'had t'help like that, hah .. "

" Bad luck's not really gonna do much'f I've already got terrible luck .. " Grumbling, he can't help rubbing his nose after all, wondering how bad it was going to look after- Well, his nose was crooked already, what did it matter .. " B't yeah. Could've been worse .. "

Sorry m'susceptible to guys bein' nice t'me n'decidin' I'll probably die f'r them if given th'chance

" Mornin' .. Don't feel so good. " flopped on the ground. he's staring into space.

hey

are y'all good

Well that's good .. I- Think? Probably's'good t'a certain extent ..

fuckin' hell.

Ev'ry time I stretch, I think m'entire spine gets realigned ..

// bugs when u lift a rock

𓃰 please PLEASE keep calling your representatives in this time of duress. nuclear warfare doesn't instantly kill. it maims and tortures for weeks. look at japans ant walkers, survivors who lived through the initial blast that were covered in horrific burns in and out.