[ Garry falls to his knees - his entire body is shaking, from shock, and fear - this was worse than the gallery.

it was so much worse.

he turns quickly, crawling his way closer to Once-ler and carefully moving his hands from his face enough to see the damage done. a Glasgow smile. he needed to sew it. ice. thread. ]

I'll be right back- I- I need thread, ice. Stay here, don't scream- I know- it's h-hard- [ tears well up in his eyes, seeing his friend like this. something twists inside of him and he feels so responsible for all of this. ]

Don't speak- I'll be right back- I promise. I promise I'll help.

[ he dashes off, grip deathly on his fire poker, running off to grab the bag of ice, first. he nearly falls as he tries to turn a corner, banging his shoulder into a wrack and wincing in pain as he does. he's already panting from adrenaline and exertion as he grabs two smaller bags of ice. running back he crouches down by his friend, offering one of the bags. ]

It'll sting- but I need to numb it... or stitching you up- will hurt even more.

[ what he'd give to be a doctor right now. a doctor and not an artist- a useless useless artist- ]