The Lab RP (Closed 4/4)

What does that mean?//

Wb means welcome back.))

Cool… I responded//

Alec watched through slightly narrowed eyes as Bren banged his forehead on the table. But he decided not to stop him, after all, he couldn't get hurt. His body wouldn't let him become injured. Alec looked behind himself before stretching out his wings. That morning in the Dome, he had done nothing but sit, which was different from what he normally did. Usually, Alec could be seen flying around the Dome, which for him was one of the only things he could do.

After a while, Bren felt something sliding down his forehead. It was… Blood. He pulled his hand away from his head, just to make sure that it was, in fact, his blood. "Damnit!" He yelled, not wanting anyone to see his blood.

Alec jumped as Bren yelled, shifting his eyes to look at Bren from across the table. A confused expression slowly made its way onto Alec's face as he saw the darkly colored substance on Bren's forehead and hand. "What?" He mumbled, not recognizing the blackish liquid as blood.

Hey, I'm sorry but I'm not going to be on tommorow.
I have an MRI//

No, you're fine, don't worry about it.))

Thanks, I'm going to be on my phone but thats about it.//

Bren quickly placed a hand over the bleeding wound on his head. "Nothing!" He said curtly, his voice a bit panicked. ThIs Is nOt supposed tO bE hAppenIng.

Alec's pupils dilated to slits as he focused a bit more on the dark substance. "Are you bleeding?" He asked, putting his elbows on the table. "You really shouldn't hit your head like that. You'll end up with something a lot worse one day."

(How does I jump in?)

(You can come over to the table that Bren and Alec are at if you'd like. Bren is kinda, ya know, bleeding. So, there's an opening!)

(But Kelton hates talking……)

(Hmm….)

(and if he did sit with them, he probably wouldn't do anything)

(Well, Alec is kind of on top of making sure people are okay, so he could ask Kelton why he never speaks to anyone, maybe?)

( @"Thou needs to stopeth" could help with ideas, but I'm not sure if they're even on right now.)

(idk either)

Clove noticed the small commotion. I wonder what’s happening, she thought. And, being a nosy person, she decided to go check it out. “What on earth is happening? Ohmigosh are you bleeding?”

(Well, would Kelton be the type of person to give Bren a hard time about hitting his head on the table? Or is he not that mean?)

(he's not that mean)

(Hmhmhmhmhm I'm out of ideas…You could always just post and we could go from there?)

(sure, I'll do that after I'm done with my hw if that's oki)

(Sure,)

(oki thx!)

By now Bren's eyes had gone to tiny slits, barely the size of an edge of paper. "GO AwAy I dOn't nEEd yOUr hElp."

Clove blinked, startled. She took a step back, but didn't actually leave because, as usual, her curiosity got the better of her. She glanced at Alec, not so much concerned as confused.

The feathers on Alec's wings fluffed up, and he stared at Bren for a moment before speaking. "You're bleeding from a wound on your forehead that you got from slamming yourself against the table. Spare me with the I don't need your help. People are just trying to see if you are okay!"

Bren seemed panicked, he was glancing at things that weren't there and hissing. "Letmego,letmego,letmego!" He screeched, his speech fast.