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Hudson wiped his red eyes, face a hint red from crying.
Hudson went quiet. Dead quiet.
Gently, he forced himself to drift away from Jack and stand up to walk towards Norman.
Quickly, his training kicked in once more. He removed his tie and shirt, only having his undershirt now.
He grabbed his pocket knife from his belt and began to cut his shirt into strips, the sound of cloth tearing could be heard.
Once done, he folded his knife and carefully took Norman's bleeding arm and began to use the strips of cloth as a bandage. Wrapping and layering over Jack's tie until the blood wouldn't stain through so fast.
He then secured it all with his own tie and a safety pin.
He said nothing, eyes red from crying and face now unreadable.
*you and Sammy were in Sammy's office arguing or some shit idfk*
Stella walked into the room and flicked off the light, drawing y'all's attention. she lingered in the doorway, gripping a knife tightly and partially covered in a substance that looked suspiciously like blood...
"Sammy..." she muttered. she acknowledged Hudson with a nod in his direction before throwing her head back and cackling like a maniac. :]
- @art-by-stella
Hudson stared at in suspicion, already turning away from Sammy, whom he was already so done with.
He raised a brow, his gaze unwavering as he folded his arms against his chest. The dark rings under his eyes and his pale skin proved he wasn't in good health. Though he stubbornly refused to admit it.
"Can I help you or are you just going to giggle like a creepy doll all day?" He asked, his tone unconcerned and tired.
(Stella wtf??)