Third Investigation

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Another week has passed by and thank goodness no more ghosts have killed any of you (yet). But almost as soon as you leave your bed room you realize something is off. Something is frightfully off this morning, it seems.

Investigate?]

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[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford tosses his sweater aside, realizing Maui's brought a sheet to use, and begins to dab at the blood around Lefou's face.]

He's breathing. He's breathing.

[Come on, buddy. You can do this. Pull through for your friends.]

[ilovepuppies]

I'VE GOT STUFF FOR THE BLOOD STUFF!

[Star comes running back into the foyer carrying armfuls of paper towel rolls, one of which unrolls and trips her up and now there's paper towel rolls everywhere.]

[sixfingeredstan]

Thank—Good lord, be careful. We don't need even more blood around here.

[Thanks, he guesses.]

[ilovepuppies]

[Star faceplants on the ground and weakly gives a thumbs-up.]

s-s'all right.

[kindaruledatit]

[Thumbs up to you, Star.

Ya did it]

[toogoodforhim]

[When Ford dabs at the blood around his face, Lefou's brow scrunches and his muscles tense, hand reaching to weakly try to remove the source of the pain. As the blood comes off, it's clear that his nose has been broken, hence all the blood.

Might want to put him in the recovery position. If you know what that is.]

[sixfingeredstan]

His nose is broken. Here, let's—

[Ford looks up at Maui.]

Can you prop his head on your lap? We don't want the blood draining back into his throat.

[wannagetsmote]

Uh. [That's really homo.]

Sure, whatever you say. [It's really hard for a man of his size to be gentle and careful, but he puts his best foot forward and lifts up Lefou's shoulders with one hand, and cradles his head with another. With some effort, the man was lain over his lap, and Maui found himself sitting rather inhumanly still.

Didn't want to disturb him or anything.]

[toogoodforhim]

[The first sound out of him is a pained groan as he's moved, but his throat works as he swallows on reflex. His eyelashes flutter against his cheeks but he doesn't open his eyes.]

[defyingfrigidity]

[Another friday. All Elsa wanted to do was just hide away, to avoid more heartbreak that's no doubt on its way. But Elsa never said that the ways she deals with upsetting things are very healthy, so... well. She has to know what happened.

It's easy enough to follow the sounds of commotion again, and for one quick moment as Elsa takes the scene in, her heart stops. All she sees is Lefou and the blood, and the only reason she doesn't scream is that she's so choked up that she can't make a sound.

But then it registers that Ford and Maui are trying to help him, it registers that he's moving, and god she can feel tears in her eyes as she nearly sobs from the sheer relief and drops to her knees next to them.]

LaFeuille, please wake up...!

[Maybe... maybe if she used his real name that would help??? Somehow???]

[wannagetsmote]

[That's... a good sign, right? That he's swallowing and moving?]

Alright, so... There was this eel. Real jerk, harassed a lot of people. So I figured, hey, I'm Maui. An eel's no problem. And it wasn't, except he did leave a real mess, right? And someone had to clean it up.

Being a hero is a real dirty job. So I buried the guts, and then boom. Coconut trees.

[It's a real simple telling but... hey. It worked, right?]

im mcfuckin here

[chainbroke]

[ Out of all the things to wake up to... Namine's been stunned into silence this whole time. But when he finally, finally makes a noise, Namine rmoves on iver to him. She kneels down across from Elsa, and she's crying so hard... ]

L-Lefou, please don't...

[ Die?

... Leave her? That's it. But even though she doesn't finish that sentence...

She's still just as selfish as she was a year ago. ]