['Okay' for the moment means 'not dead,' because that's really all Charlie can say about the two of them right now. His shoulder is burning from where he ripped the blade out, and he's cut his hand while he was wielding it. He's pretty sure the gash on his stomach is starting to scab over, maybe partially closed thanks to the pressure the wire monster put on his body once it was shut down, but he's lost a lot of blood, and as he staggers forward, he feels dizzy and sluggish. He blinks a few times, distantly concerned as he realizes his friend is still sobbing, and he moves up to them, one bloodied hand reaching out to try to comfort him.]
H-Hey... hey, Ranboo. I'm here. It's okay. I-I'm going to get you out. Just give me...
[He falls to his knees with a small grunt, too tired to hold himself upright anymore. Doesn't matter much, he can still reach the wires this way. He pushes forward and works on cutting Ranboo's hands free. He cuts through the ones piercing them, hoping that keeping the pieces dug into his skin will keep the wounds from bleeding too badly. He's working on the binds on the legs when his vision starts blurring.]
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H-Hey... hey, Ranboo. I'm here. It's okay. I-I'm going to get you out. Just give me...
[He falls to his knees with a small grunt, too tired to hold himself upright anymore. Doesn't matter much, he can still reach the wires this way. He pushes forward and works on cutting Ranboo's hands free. He cuts through the ones piercing them, hoping that keeping the pieces dug into his skin will keep the wounds from bleeding too badly. He's working on the binds on the legs when his vision starts blurring.]
Oh, shit.