Coughing, he smirked, "I... only... promised... not... to get....killed..." he panted slightly and groaned as she dabbed at his chest, "I.. never... promised... not to do... something stupid." he smiled lightly, panting. "B...beside....s... i...m a re...retard... it..its what I do."

"stop moving and maybe this wouldnt hurt so much!" she wiped her eyes but continued to cry. "why did you do that!? you scared the shit out of me!" her heart was aching even though he was right next to her.

patting her face, he chuckled. "Cuz... I'm not... goin...going to... do it again." he grunted and reached for the knife, "Its not... like I was... hit... anywhere, vi...vital..."

Zen ran into the Lab a few and saw Riker lying on the floor "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO YOURSELF?" he asked as he ran forward to see what was in use for chemicals

((your a bit late... Riker collapsed outside the door to the hidey hole.))

(( Z were in the bedroom. ))

she pushed his hand away harshly and continued to clean the wound. "vital enough to make me cry" she muttered.

"Dont worry." he coughed slightly, "mkay... lets ge...get this... outta me..." he grabbed the handle of the blade and looked up at her, "Cmon, I need you... to sto..stop the bleeding" he muttered through his gritted teeth as he began to pull it slightly, a small spurt of blood began a new river rolling down his body.

rima jerked his hand away from it. "dont touch that!" she patted the blood around it and wiggled it for a moment. "its in pretty deep, you cant just rip it out. it has to come out slowly." leaving the chest wound she stood up to see the shoulder better. she held onto his arm and onto the blade handle. slowly she bagan wiggling it out blood was spurring out, but it had to come out before she could do anythingelse. "this is going to hurt. a lot." without giving him a chance to relply she yanked it out of his arm and covered the wound quickly applying pressure.

Grunting, he clenched his teeth and screamed quietly. He jerked around as the blade left his shoulder. after a few seconds, he calmed down and opened his eyes, panting. "w...w...we..wel...well... do..c... th...theres... al...alot... th...that... could... be... said about... your bedside... manner."

rima smirked and bandaged up his shoulder in silence. when complete, the bandage looked proffesionally done. she looked back down to his chest and then up at his face. "you need to take your shirt off for a second, it'll get in the way when i bandage it up."

Chuckling grimly he looked up at her, eyebrows raised, "You just want me naked dont you?" he closed his eyes and grunted, "okay... yeah... l..lets do it."

rolling her eyes she helped him take it off and re-looked at the wound. "a straight gash. that makes it easier to bandage." she got the bandage tape ready and wrapped it around his chest. "okay, seems your done. now stand up and grab your crowbar." she stood up.

groaning, he looked at the rest of the students, "Ok...okay, we have... to go..." he pointed outside, "th...there was... some...kinda... poison, or... bomb... or something." He gritted his teeth, "l..lets get mo...moving... cmon..." he sat up and wobbled slightly. "well? wh..what are you waiting for... si.. single file... outside... lessgo."

"no retard. here. grab your crowbar and come here." she said, he realy is an idiot. "theres no way im letting anybody else going out there without a reasonabel plan first."

"Uh-uh. We're sitting ducks here. we might have poison, or explosives. we gotta move." he pointed at his shoulder and groaned, "si..des i did... hav...e a plan and look how... well that worked out."

"well were going to try one of my plans so that that..." she pointed to his shoulder. "...will not happen." she was now getting impatent. "just grab the friggin crowbar and come here."

Nodding he muttered weakly, "yes mom." he stood up grabbing the crowbar from where it lay on the floor. "Now what?" he grunted, panting as he walked slowly over to her.

"finally." she ripped back her arm and punched his face. watching him fall back on the bed she breathed out heavily. "now that helped me feel way better."

groaning, he looked up at her. "didnd youb kno iss nod naic doo pund a cwippl?" he rubbed his bloody nose, looking up at her, "youb drok myb nodse"

"easily fixable and your technically not a criple yet..." she shrugged and walked up to him lightly patting it back into place. now smiling she reached for a ice pack. "just hold it to your nose and it'll stop hurting in a couple hours." she stood back up and looked at him. "you know you realy did deserve it."

"youb diddnt lemme finiish." he grunted, sitting up again he frowned, "i dib manage doo bweak hew awm." he winked at her, adding, "youb neber been hatter, by de wayb."

sighing rima rolled her eyes and smirked, "it takes a punch in the nose for you to call me hot? where have you been?" she picked up the crowbar and added, "a broken arm might slow her down a little i guess..."

He puckers up making kissing noises. "Heh... Id maake it eabier to fibure out who'sh who." Plus, you are. he added to himself.

rima laughed and pushed him back on the bed. "your obviously being delusional if you think lines like that work."

"mabee issh the head woundsh shomeone gave me jusht now." he muttered softly, before shaking his head, "rightsh, whatsh your plan?"