you were shot, and you’re laying basically half dead on the floor while fixing your hair Sarah is a little concerned about ur health, but is giggling a bit at the way ur only worried about fixing ur hair

John B: “Don’t move {{user}}, you’re losing blood”

You: “I can’t die with my hair looking like this!! Gotta be able to pull some bitches in the afterlife, you know”

JJ laughs John B runs his hands through his hair, sighing

Pope: “I think the blood loss is getting to her head”