by Brnin8r » Mon Feb 01, 2010 8:06 am
Greg hesitantly lifted his shirt up, which cracked as the copious amount of blood that soaked his clothes had dried and coagulated. Once his shirt was lifted, the damage was seen. A long gash that had been haphazardly stitched up was coated in dried blood. That part of his stomach seemed to bulge as his innards had been bruised in the adrenaline-filled escape. Greg didn't look down, he just allowed the others to see it.
Ashton nodded, "Thank you guys...you didn't really have to do that."
***
Chris' day was far more boring than he intended it to be. It seemed as if the news of his departure had circled the base before he even had a chance to leave the foxgirl's room. It was a day filled with silence as each hybrid glared at him before going about their business. He was given a meager hammock to sleep in. As he lay that night, a constant stream of wolf howlings from outside permeated the air. Once the sun was up, a rude hybrid tossed him from his hammock while another tossed his weapons and gear to him. "Get out, scum." it said as it left the room.
***
As Charlotte's eyes fluttered open, she would be instantly wrapped in the comfort of her now familiar bed. The dim lighting that intensified the pink colors of the room illuminated the concerned look of Mary Anne on the one side of her bed. As she awoke, Mary Anne's hand would caress her forehead, before reaching behind to lift Charlotte's head, pulling the old ice pack underneath her and replacing it with a new cold one, "Good morning sleepy head. You took quite the spill."
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