[centre][h1][color=fff79a]Leon Kohlberg[/color][/h1]
[@Ambra][@Eklispe][@Card Captor][/centre]
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[color=fff79a]"I already did."  [/color]Leon grimly replied as he knelt beside the man.  His lavender eyes turned to the screaming young girl, clicking his tongue in the process.  Of course, he was cleaning outside when the man hobbled in, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.  As soon as he saw the man, Leon had ran to the back entrance of the café, and dialed the three-digit distress number.  Still, death was not new to Leon; it never was-- not until five years ago.  As someone who used to live in Alaska before departing for Darkwell, Leon experienced a tragedy that immensely shook his perception things, including standing out.  One thing was for sure, the deaths he saw in Alaska was a memory he chose to bury beneath a mound of apathy.  [color=fff79a]"Move back.  Give him some air."  [/color]Leon gently shifted the man until he was lying on his back, determining that the injury was somewhere upon his torso, and tore off his apron and folded it to serve as the man's temporary headrest.  He noticed that one of the customers had slowly pulled up the man's blood-soaked shirt until his abdomen was clearly seen.  [color=fff79a]"Three stab wounds."  [/color]A spurt of blood tainted his face, causing Leon to suddenly shiver as if a memory shocked his mind.  [color=fff79a]"N-no.."[/color]  he cleared his throat.  [color=fff79a]"I'll take the gauze."  [/color]Leon stated, taking the roll into his hands, and made a makeshift dressing.  He handed the dressing to the same guy who possessed the tools, taking off his polo shirt which left him in his sleeveless undergarment.  Using Leon's polo shirt, he applied a steady amount of pressure upon the wound, intending to suppress the blood loss.  And, when the leak had subsided, he applied the dressing, taping it firmly in place.  [color=fff79a]"Hey, medic-kit, apply pressure to the other stab, and apply the dressing as well.  We need to stop the flow of blood before he goes into a shock."  [/color]Leon instructed.
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[i][color=fff79a]"H-hey... y-you're gonna be all right...  yeah?"  [/color]he softly said, almost as if he was assuring himself.

"I-it's...  g-getting... d-dark...  Leon..."[/i]
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Leon snapped out of the haze, his eyes darting to Alex.  [color=fff79a]"Alex, get me that medic kit at the storage room, and watch the door.  Don't let anyone in... or out until the paramedics arrive.  Smack the living daylights out of anyone suspicious.  Also, keep an eye for the ambulance."  [/color]His hands went back to the man, observing the unsteady rising of the man's chest.  This man was slowly losing the fight.  Leon quickly got to work on lowering the blood flow, his breaths unsteady with a combination of panic and trauma.  After he was done with the second stab, he let the other guy stop the bleeding from the third and last wound.  In this case, Leon sat near the man's arm, monitoring his pulse which was slowly getting weaker.
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[i]"I... c-can't...  I..."  faint whispers echoed from her lips, those warm blue eyes slowly losing their brightness.

[color=fff79a]"YES, YOU CAN!"  [/color]he screamed in reply.[/i]
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The bartender looked at the people who had huddled near the scene, causing a sigh to escape his lips.  Even with blood dripping down his cheek, Leon buried his face in his left hand.  [color=fff79a]"Once you seal the last stab, put him in the recovery position.  I assume you know that already.  Monitor his breathing and keep him warm as well."  [/color]Leon released another sigh before taking a seat on one of the nearby chairs, his fists balled, and his arms extremely shaking in utter despair.  His mouth was opened in a small gape, bursts of air being pumped in and out at a fast pace.  Leon's vision dimmed as black clouds waxed and waned at the edges of his sight.  [color=fff79a]"Rainbowstoysmarshmallowsteddybearleagueoflegends..."[/color] Streaks of blood had painted his white shirt, but Leon paid no heed to this as he was being sucked into another chasm of memories.
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[i]Two hands were joined as the winter wind howled, and as soon as the sun rose, only one kept holding on.  [color=fff79a]"S-S..."  [/color]he stammered.  [color=fff79a]"S-Sarah?"[/color][/i]
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Unbeknownst to Leo the Lion, tears had streamed down his face; his lips quivered uncontrollably, and strangled groans growled deep within his throat.  [color=fff79a]"Where's that fucking ambulance...?  They're never here..."  [/color]he cursed, his voice laced with spite, malice, and rage at something he could never let go.