Creepypasta's

[Rayleonarde]

Ray opened his mouth to speak, but felt too tired to do anything except clean the sword.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

*Alka sinks his teeth into some raw meats, furiously tearing it to shreds, making a mess of his face*

[Angder]

The Surgeons finished the surgery, and looked at each other with sad expressions. "We will need a wheelchair" One said, "His spine could heal, but its unlikely to happen, and even if he does, he will never regain full control of his legs"
 
There was a depressed silence "His hands will be fine though, and his burns will heal nicely, Overall, good work guys." The Surgeons smiled, and one of them moved to the door, "We are done with this one, someone fetch this guy a wheelchair..."

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

*Alka finished his meal and wiped the blood off of him with a cloth*

Hmm...I may go investigate that bagging noise from earlier... *Alka disappears into the darkness following the noise from earlier*

[Angder]

Angder woke up, he ached all over, but was alive, glanced down at his chair. "Oh..." He mumbled. He looked around the room he was in, a nurse ran over seeing he was awake "I'm afraid we ran out of beds, erm... do you need  any hel-"
 "NO, I can use a wheelchair well enough... just tell me what condition I am in"
"Well... you may never walk again, your spine was shattered... your left leg was broken, we have done the best we can, but the chances of healing are low... your paws will be fine, and we have done everything we can about the burns... you are actually surprisingly resilient..." The nurse paused "But... there are some... Inconsistencies we need to discuss..."
"Oh?" Angder looked up, concerned.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

*Alka had followed the noise and made it to Ray's house. He decided to wait in the darkness before emerging, seeing what would happen. It's not like they would find him anyway*

[Angder]

The nurse passed Angder a file. "Its your injuries... they seemed to heal faster than..." The nurse looked up "You should not be alive... your bones were broken, you were on FIRE, and yet... here you are"

[Zireous]

Grimlock makes a cute yawn and smells the food. He takes some and puts it in a bowl which lay's on the ground. As he eats it's contents......

[Angder]

The medic left Angder alone, he glanced down at the chair he was in, and started to roll himself around, getting to grips with hw he would have to lie or... well...forever most likely.
 
Angder rolled himself  towards the door, "Do I need to stay here or can I go?"
 
The a doctor glanced in "Stay here for now, we need to run a few more checks, and find out what happened to you out there... a police-officer should be here soon..."

[Jacob Hail]

Andrew walked through the halls, looking for where they had taken Parawolf. His surgery went well, and dispite them putting him in a wheel chair, he got up and started walking around anyway. He wore a brace around his lower body, supposedly to stop his spinal cord from dislocating again on its own. White medical wrap covered the right side of his head where he had been kicked, his right eye covered over but his ear pocking out through the top. Pain pulsed in his head, but he shrugged it off as he located Parawolf. "Hey." The shark said approaching him.

[Angder]

Angder looked up at Andrew, "Hi" Angder rolled over to the door

[Farewell]

Zaida finished her food but winced from a sharp pain in her side. "I'll be upstairs , forget to wash something." Zaida lied before standing and walking upstairs locking herself in the room. She took her jacket and shirt off seeing many scars and bruises but one wound trickled blood. "Dammit..." She hey w towel holding it down to stop bleeding.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

*Alka just seemed to have a knack for being places out of convenience. He got bored of waiting so he just returned home and noticed Zaida in her room bleeding, so he went in* Need a hand?

[Farewell]

"No, I'm fine" Zaida huffed wrapping the towel around her torso. "Just need stitching material"

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

*Alka faded downstairs and back with a large first AID kit. He opens it up and pulls the stitching materials out of it* Shall I make the stitches? I do have a bit of medical expertise, although no certificate to show for it.