You have been instructed to leave the front foyer and enter one of the rooms down the center hallway. Room 136's door has an anatomical illustration of a goat crushing a snake under its hoof. A cat looks on, curious.
[In that case, with a quick nod to Wren, Swan's going to calmly start to put the tube back in--his hands don't shake, and he pays close attention to where it's going.]
[It makes it to the back of Technic's mouth and only slightly down his throat before encountering resistance. Forcing will only cause the blond to flail a bit.
His lips are already going an ashen shade of blue, heroes. ):]
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I think it needs to go into his throat, now??
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Choking: still happening.]
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His lips are already going an ashen shade of blue, heroes. ):]
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Belt!
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[OKAY DEEP BREATH. HAND ON HER FACE.]
Swan. I do not have it in me to cut right now. Not properly.
[Tracing a line over his neck, slowly and deliberately.] An incision there, please.
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[And he's just going to follow her directions and use the thankfully sterilized fan to cut.]
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[She's dizzy as fuck though and steadying herself against a bed.]
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First aid time.
The pipe is now in. Technic's lips are still blue and he's only slightly conscious, but he's breathing and not flailing.]
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[And now I rest. Sorry man you're on your own from here.]