Bleeding Vain [A thread that died quickly on Roblox]

[Danonymous]

"In my opinion, all of their fried chicken are crispy." I say.
(150th post!1!1!1!

[Sean Max]

[Spoils of War will never catch up!]

"Meh, whatever. So, tell me about your admirers." I laugh inside, and I try not to smile and chuckle.

[Danonymous]

"I already told you, all junkies and people with nothing to do that likes watching WWE or something." I say.

[Sean Max]

"People don't understand the meaning of fighting. They think it's all jumping off poles and laughably weak bitch slaps."

[Danonymous]

"Actually, that sums up the younger section of the martial arts community, nothing but bitch slaps." I reply.
(Kind of true, I do Taekwondo and the below 5 y/os beat the shit out of eachother by slapping each other's armour. It's hilarious. And no, as you've said on the shitbox, I wont beat the shit out of you.)

[Sean Max]

"Hell, I'm just surprised that I have a fanboy. I'd expect you to have like 10 that you don't know of."

[Danonymous]

"Uh huh, and that swelling in your chest is too bloody red, I'll brung you to a local clinic later."

[Sean Max]

"That might help, considering I have no idea where everything is." I say, a bit sarcastically.

[Danonymous]

(Shall we pass time by eating?)

[Sean Max]

[Meh, just timeskip, I guess. That okay with you?]

[Danonymous]

(Yes.)
We finished everything and I throw the bucket in the bin, along with my driiiink. We walk outside and I proceed to take Tyler to a nearby clinic, which was located in a plaza just 3 minutes away. We went up to one of the many receptionist ladies. "May I help you young fellers?" she asked, making a wrinkled smile.

[Sean Max]

[You can continue the conversation.] I just look over at Louis. My chest started to hurt a bit more.

[Danonymous]

"I'd like to get this friend of mine a nurse or a surgeon to look at what's wrong with his chest- it seems like hes cracked a bone, as you can see from the swelling." I told her, as she began typing faster than my old geography teacher. "Alright, your name, young feller?" she asks Tyler. "Tyler Maximo." Tyler said. "Ok, you can wait in the waiting room there, a nurse will come and call your name. Your friend can come with you." They receptionist told us. We entered the waiting room, which is empty, but full of plants and a TV showing the news. Our fight seemed to be on it in the sports section at the moment.

[Sean Max]

I mutter. "I wonder how the media will fuck up the truth this time."

[Danonymous]

(What truth sir?)
"Yup" I say as I look at the TV screen, showing that moment when I crouched and started sweeping Tyler's feet off the ground. "Man that was a good one."

[Sean Max]

[What actually happened during the fight. Basically, I want them to prevent yellow journalism.]

"You know, people might recognize who we are here..."

[Danonymous]

"Nah, no worries. The workers here don't watch sports." I say, and then a male nurse came in through the medical doors. "Tyler Maximo and his friend, please." he says, then looks at the TV. "Oh, well then, come."

[Sean Max]

"Told you." I said, as I followed the man.

[Danonymous]

The nurse took us to a treatment room. "Now, Tyler, you can lie on that seat there." He says, pointing as a teal hospital seat with cushions (you know, the ones that can go up and down and recline and stuff). "Before we start, I'd like to ask you; how did you sustain this injury?"

[Sean Max]

[No, I don't know those seats .-.]

"I ran into a lightpost riding my bicycle."

[Danonymous]

( imgur.com/YsQkMja )
"Alright, so the receptionist told me that your friend suggests that you have broken a collarbone, there is a fee for using an X-Ray around 250 pounds, I would like it if you lie down and relax while I get the X-Ray from another compartment." he said, as he walked outside.

"Sorry for the bone, by the way." I say.

[Sean Max]

"It's fine." I reply. [Collarbone? Dummy, it was a cracked rib...]

[Sean Max]

[Oh, THOSE chairs.]

[Danonymous]

(It was an assumption)

[Sean Max]

[Mkay, whatever. Timeskip to the X-ray?]