~-x-~It started right where you left off. Tentacles and you being hurt and in trouble. I moved to help Slendy, because he told me to. But something in me had sort-of snapped when I had my gun against your head and you kicked my knee. It almost woke me up. Not fully, but partly. I think that's why Slendy came up behind me. Trying to push me back under. But seeing him attack you only served to snap me fully awake. My gun was already in my hand from my attempt to shoot you. So I brought it up, aimed, and...
I fired. Point blank. At Slendy's not-face. Five times. Then I ran out of bullets. I moved on to grabbing my next available weapon and charged. It was my sword. I don't know what was on it, but something was. It shimmered, but not nicely. Anyway, I attacked Slendy, trying to chop off his tentacles that he had on you. About then, I realized I was screaming on the top of my lungs [which really isn't that loud, anymore]. I was attacking and screaming for someone to come help or for Darby to "snap the fuck out of it, you useless squishy!"
My sword was doing something, it seemed. He let go, after all. Adrenaline seemed to be helping me quite a bit, and I kept attacking until my sword was ripped out of my hands. So I resorted to trying to elbow him in the not-face, and I grabbed you as soon as I could. Somehow —God if I know— I got you back out into the main street and someone helped me carry you into a shop nearby. I think it may have been a coffee place. Maybe the same one, maybe a different one. That's about when I broke down and started sobbing in fear and disgust. The ambulance came fairly soon after that. Wouldn't let me get in the back with you at first, but they relented eventually.
It drifted off somewhere about there. It was a bit longer than it seems. I'm just shortening the fighting down by a considerable amount.