[There's a large, heavy gash on his thigh and it aches with every movement - but Garry had helped before and he was sure he could help again. Every other step, he looks over his shoulder for the sight of the Lorax doll. Last he'd saw it, it'd tried to cut him with the knife it was holding in its hands. The legs, a part of his mind couldn't help but notice - it'd gone for the legs. Like it was chopping him down.
Hysteria clashes with need and turns to a clearheaded focus. He needs to get to Garry and Garry can help fix him up. That's all that matters right now. So he grips the taped-up haft of his axe and makes his way up to the room.
When he gets there, though, all thought of Garyr helping him leave his head. He runs to the door, leg shrieking pain along his nerves as he goes. When he gets to the door, he tries to open it, hoping it's not locked.]
Garry!
[It's not a loud call - he still has to be careful of his mouth from the slit. He feels dizzy now, and from down the hall he hears the scuffling sound of plush feet over the carpet and tiles.
He puts his shoulder against the door and shoves.]
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Hysteria clashes with need and turns to a clearheaded focus. He needs to get to Garry and Garry can help fix him up. That's all that matters right now. So he grips the taped-up haft of his axe and makes his way up to the room.
When he gets there, though, all thought of Garyr helping him leave his head. He runs to the door, leg shrieking pain along his nerves as he goes. When he gets to the door, he tries to open it, hoping it's not locked.]
Garry!
[It's not a loud call - he still has to be careful of his mouth from the slit. He feels dizzy now, and from down the hall he hears the scuffling sound of plush feet over the carpet and tiles.
He puts his shoulder against the door and shoves.]