Derek was simply enjoying the last of his day, snacking on some potato chips when there was knock on the door. He got up form his position in front of his computer and walked to the door, putting down the bag of chips on the counter before he looked out of the doors peephole.
And saw a mass on the ground. The door is opened, and once it's clear who the mass is...plus the material staining the door, Derek moves immediately.
"Hold on, Dole, I'll help you out."
The next few moments are a blur of movement and speed, trying to keep his hands steady as he inspects the wound, makes sure its clean, making sure there's nothing bad, ensuring the wound is covered...lots of things to keep in mind.
All the while with the worry for Dolemecks life.
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