Help him? Hurt him? The choice is yours.

Aerus: *inspecting him intensely*
Aelitinus: "What is it?"
Aerus: "I haven't figured out what it is yet, be PATIENT!"

Monk: *pokes with stick* Uh, are you alive-?

D: Alright, everything's signed.

Monk: Nice. Do you need me to help you with anything else?

Cory: Could you help me get home?

Monk: Sure, let’s go.

Cory: I live over there. *points*

Monk: Hey, I never actually got your name, heh.

Cory: Oh, my name's Cory!

Monk: Nice to meet you, I’m Monk.

Cory: Well, it was nice meetin' ya!

Monk: If you ever need help again, here’s my number. *Hands him paper* Heh.

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Cory: Oh, thanks! *blushes a bit*

Monk: Yep!

Cory: Well, see ya!

Monk: Bye!

*THE GOOD ENDING*
Cory survived, and Monk and Cory became friends.

(yay :D)

the bad ending isn't very happy

what is it .-.

i'll give you a clue
R. I. P.

N i c e

Cory: Heheh... I'm flattered that you saved me.

Monk: Don’t get too flattered, it’s either i did that, or i’d be somehow connected to your murder.

Cory: Oh... well, do you still care about me?
Like, in ANY way?

Monk: Well, I mean yeah, now that i know you were shot.

Cory: I would hug you, but I can't move my body at all.

Monk: Good. I don’t like hugs. I only allow two people in my life to hug me.

Cory: Then it works out.

Monk: Thankfully.

(The doctor comes in) Doctor: So, we miscalculated. He doesn't have to wait for a few days. He should be able to go as soon as we get some stuff signed!

Monk: Hey, that’s good news.

Cory: So, there was a guy. And then...
He shot me.

Monk: Did you know the guy, like, personally or just know what he looked like...?

Cory: Ummm... He had a gun.

Monk: Well. Obviously. Anything else, like, facial features, clothes?

Cory: Umm, he wore a black hoodie, and I couldn't see his face.

Monk: So we don’t have a lot to go off of, nice.

Cory: He had a Russian accent.

Monk: Hm, what did he say?

Cory: He was arguing with me about politics, and he got really mad. I said "what are ya gonna do, shoot me?"

Monk: *Laughs* Sorry, but that’s just hilarious.

(He's alive, but barely.)

Monk: *Pokes with stick again* Uh... *Kicks him lightly with foot*

(He's very cold.)

Monk: Hm... *Puts a sweater on him* I have no idea if i should call an ambulance or the cops right now-

(He seems very badly hurt, upon closer inspection.)

Monk: Go***amn, did he get into a fight or something? *They look around to see if they find anything that might help*

(Monk finds a phone booth.)

Monk: *Walks over to it*

Cory: *stays there, with the sweater on him.*

Monk: *Decides to call an ambulance for Cory* Uh, hi, I found a man injured on the ground. I think he’s alive, just passes out. *Looks over to Cory*

Doctor: I found 4 bullets in his chest.

Monk: Go***amn...

Doctor: He'll have to be in the hospital for a few days, but he'll be okay.

Monk: Hm. Is he awake right now?

(Cory wakes up)

Monk: Oh, and now he is.

Cory: Wh... where am I?

Monk: Hey, you’re in a hospital. I found you on the floor bleeding. Apparently you were shot.

Cory: Oh yeah, I was. Thanks for bringing me here.

Monk: Yeah, no problem. But why the hell were you shot?

D: Not yet, but he's about to be.

Cory: *slowly bleeding out*

Monk: Annnd now he’s bleeding. N i c e.

*doctors get there*

Monk: Yeah, I found this random guy here, didn’t see anything else.

Doctors: Well, we're gonna have to take him to the hospital. You're coming too.

Monk: Why do I have to go?

Doctors: Because you must care about him. Plus, you were with him.

Monk: Man, I don’t even know their name. But I’ll go anyways..

(In the hospital) Doctor: He'll make it.

Monk: Do you know what happened? Cause when I saw him he was just laying there, so I don’t even know how he got hurt.

(Cory looks very happy, even emotional.)

Monk: Oh jeez, are you about to cry or something-?

Cory: I was just... worried that I wasn't gonna make it home... that's all.

Monk: Hm...

(He sheds a tear)

Monk: ...

Cory: U-uhhh, I'm not crying! Y-you're crying!

Monk: Mhm sureeee.

Cory: I don't cry! Heh...

Monk: Doubt it. But whatever.