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[glow=black,2,300]((I feel bad as my writing is a bit blunt and stale compared to yours. And I LOVE THOSE BANDS!!!! But Of Mice and Men is a good one too, and I suggest you check them out. I have all sorts of bands on my profile, so go ahead and take a looksie :3))
Lee was nose deep in the collarbone of some stingy siren prostitute when I flashed the girl in. She was bleeding profusely from the head and wielded a pair of something resembling scissors for sewing, or quite possibly hair cutting. I grasped her small wrist in my hand and twisted them out of her hold. A few seconds of struggling against the pressure and the metallic splicers dropped from her hand and made a thudding sound on the carpeted floor. Lee was up now, shamelessly exposed in only a pair of skinny jeans. The whore he'd been occupied with just prior to my surprise visit was desperately trying to cover herself with the red satin robe that was draped around her shoulders.
"Danny, the f*ck, dude?" Lee spurred. I disregarded the obnoxious nickname he'd long ago branded me with. Lee thought that Leon sounded too close to his own name and would be confusing to have to deal with, so he started calling me Danny. This girl was wavering and stumbling beneath her own feet. The blood was crawling down the crevices of her inner eyelid and nose. Her cheek was smeared with the scarlet plasma, while tears had settled themselves in her eyes.
She began to stutter, trying in her haste to question what was going on. But no amount of what's and how's could even begin to express her confusion. Suddenly she went limp, and I watched her eyes roll and close as she slumped down in place. Quickly I pulled her into my chest by her arm, holding the unconscious adolescent there for a second blankly.
"I'll explain in a second, Lee. Can we crash?" To this Lee nodded and motioned his head towards the back room. I now held this girl bridal style, but her limbs still dragged down and her head lolled around as I moved down the hall and towards the bedroom.
I kicked the door open (as it was previously ajar) and set her down on the bed. It was stingy and dark and dear Satan it was cold- yet that would have to be overlooked for now. This girl needed medical attention.
Moving rather quickly, I opened the doors to the cabinets in the bathroom one door over. I found some Advil and gauze, but no peroxide or disinfectant jelly. I cursed as I grabbed a substitute rubbing alcohol instead. That one was gonna sting like a b*tch.
Along with a cold bottle of water and a wet washcloth, I returned to the girl's room. The first challenge was cleaning up all the blood- and the second was stopping the bleeding. And if I picked up anything in eighteenth century medical study, it's that the head likes to bleed. A LOT.
After tasks one and two were completed, I placed the washcloth above her eyes and poured the alcohol over the wounds, catching the excess with the towel. It couldn't have felt pleasant, so I was sort of grateful she was asleep so I didn't have to hear her whine or deal with her squirm uncomfortably. Finishing off my tier one surgery practices, I spread the disinfectant jelly over the length of the wound, wrapped it in gauze and then sat the girl up. To even my disbelief, she somehow managed to drink half the bottle of water and down two Advils while she was at it before I returned the first aid supplies to the bathroom.
Exiting the room, Lee stood there near the kitchen with his mouth sucking at a joint greedily. "Thanks, man." I muttered lowly.
"She's pretty hot. The f*ck happened to her, though?" Lee asked between puffs.
"Precious cargo. Jeriah sent me on a run with his two goons and they crossed the line. Beat on her and sh*t." Keeping my explanation to a minimum, I'd hoped he'd question no further. But I'd hoped wrong.
"Since when are you Jeriah's b*tchboy?" he chuckled.
"I'm not, man. It's not like that." I huffed at him, taking a seat on the couch beside his lady. "I pissed him off and he said I'd be off the hook if I did him this favor. I don't f*cking know why he sent me out."
"What do you mean, "they crossed the line"? Since when are you that chick's babysitter?" I didn't answer. I had no idea myself. Just seeing them on her like that... it did something to me. Brought out a side that I didn't often see of myself. A side I (in)voluntarily pretended didn't exist.
"What, they f*ck her?" the chick on the couch asked. I fumed at this, but she only raised a pointed eyebrow with amuse.
"Attempted to, yeah. Tried to rape her." I finally exhaled.
"Since when do you give a sh*t who gets raped? Man, that bull happens all the time, Hell and Earth alike. Since when are you Superman?"
"Bite me, Lee." I growled. He didn't say anything after that. And that girl of his was pissing me the f*ck off just being in the same room as me. It wasn't as bad when she said she was gonna find a pair of clothes for the girl to wake up to, and she even offered to go to the store to get her some painkillers if she needed them. But I just ignored her after that and focused on the television. It was just some rerun bullsh*t of some Boomerang cartoon over and over, but I was so out of it that I didn't realize there were voices behind me in the hall. Two female, one male.
She was awake.
(cutesie powerplay. just in the beginning. if you don't mind, I don't. feel free to do it as well, and if you don't like it let me know. I'll stop))[/glow]
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