Don't kill him.

Monk: Oh, hey Cory. You alright man?

(It just bleeds worse.)

Monk: Shit…

Cory: *shaking*

Monk: …Cory?

(Cory seems terrified out of his mind.)

Monk: Yo! Cory! You good?

(You notice a bit of blood in Cory's hair.)

Monk: …Cory what the hell happened?

(He seems too terrified to talk.)

Monk: Alright uhh..
*Monk tries to make sure Cory has no wounds*

(There's a HUGE cut on the back of his neck. And it's bleeding badly.)

*Monk tries their best to heal it with the bandages they have in their pocket*

Logic: Huh.

Cory: *shaking*

Logic: You good ?

Obama: Slugs hik

Quinn: omg cory are you alright?

Cory: *shaking*

Quinn: what happened?

(Cory seems to be hiding something on his face.)

Quinn: what’s wrong?

You look pretty shook up. Whats the matter?

Cory: *shaking*

Nani?

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Oscar: Hey, you ok?

Cory: *shaking*

Oscar: What’s wrong?

Obama takes Cory by the his stupid green hair throws him into the pool and almost drowns him then he takes him out and shoots him in the leg (not killing him) then he throws him into the vending machine (not killing him)

Yes

i meant u mate

But it’s Obama so ye

*carries cory to a secluded area and heals him*

Cory: T-thank you…

no prob ^-^

(Cory coughs up a bit of blood.)

hold up i healed ya- *heals cory again*

Cory: E-everything is b-broken…

yeah and the healing fixes broken bones and stuff too-

Cory: I- I don’t think it w-worked…

*ultimate heal* this will work mate

Rui: *deep breath* Cory are you ok

Laila: Bro, you good?
Rat: *worried squeak*

(Something that happened in the past seems to be bothering him.)

Laila: I understand completely if you don't want to talk about it, but whatever is bothering you, please tell me.

Cory: ...When I was five years old, my dad went insane. He killed my brother, and I needed to hide. The only place I could hide was inside my brother's corpse.

Laila: ...I..uh.. was not expecting that.

(He starts crying.)

Laila: Can I hug you?

(He doesn't respond. But yes, you can hug him.)

Laila: *hug*

Cory: *shaking*

Laila: *hands on his shoulders* Cory. Are you okay?

(Cory seems too scared to talk.)

Laila: *brings him to a couch so he can sit down* You want me to get you some food?

(He nods.)

Laila: Alright, how about some fruit? I think we have watermelon...

(Cory seems okay with that.)

Laila: I'll go get it.
[2 minutes later]
Laila: *comes back and gives Cory a plate with watermelon* Here.

(Cory eats it slowly and carefully.)

Laila: *sits beside him*