Mia walks into the camp, hearing shouting. She is nervously running her fingers through Destin's mane.

(herring shouting, cant belive i put fish)

"No! You won't die! I've already lost a friend, I won't lose another!" She yelled, tears pouring out while she's desperately trying to stop his bleeding. (It's okay, typos happen ^-^ I've had quite a few but I reflexively read over my message before posting so I catch most of them...)

(Is Sinnh going to die?)

(No way!

Uranium, could you send Mia to heal him?)

(im leaving to eat(dinner w/family), i should be back within 45 min)
seeing the blood,Mia just stands, staring at it.

'Why isn't anyone helping?! Someone must hear this yelling!' She thinks angrily. "Sinny, listen to me. You are not going to die. You're mother spoke to me too. She told me to help you, and I plan to do just that even if it does kill me." She says through her tears, still putting pressure on as many wounds as she can.

~~~~Sinny~~~
He flinches as she pushes on his wounds.
"S-Sol.......what are you ***** talking about? My mother is dead. What ever you heared, what ever you think she said, it's all fake. I'm fake! I-I need to die....everone will be happier that way! Sol, you need to believe me. If you try to save me, I-I'll just kill you!" He muffled a scream as he pushed his wounds, making it seem like -to him - that they bleed more.

"She talked to you too, I know she did. Nobody here would be happier with you dead! Especially your dad! You're the only family he has left! And you're my friend, I wouldn't be happy if you died! I know this hurts, but pressure stops bleeding, even if it doesn't feel like it." By now she was running out of tears to cry, and the initial shock of the situation was fading. Vormund was doing his best to stay out of the way if anybody were to come help.
(I've noticed the mood of this rp changes very suddenly... ._.)

(Yes, yes it does.)

~~~~Sinny~~~
He looked around, but it was hard to see with the dry blood blocking his vision.
"I-I am a failure. He-he took me over, and the o-only way I can be free is if I die. If-if you're happy with me, if you like m-me, if you l-love me, let me g-go. You know what they-they say, 'If y-you love something, y-you've got to let them go.' " He clinched his knive, shaking.

Mia snaps out of her daze, and walks towards Sinny, her eyes blank. She stops in a pool of his blood, and pulls out some healing supplies from her satchel. She puts them back in her satchel, keeping a needle, thread, some scissors, matches, alcohol, and a candle out. She uses the candle to sterilize the needle, and threads the needle.
"Am I allowed to stich up your wounds?" Mia asks.