Into a Strange world of Anthros

Chapter 11: Tense Dicussion

Randy's POV:

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Damn... What a mess.

Tammy and I huddled over the human, trying our best to stop the bleeding. The fur on both of our hands stained a dark red as we wiped away all the blood. I started wrapping the gauze around its head as quickly as I could as tammy sat next to me, holding the human's head still. Even though I had told her I could handle it on my own, she stayed anyway, probably out of curiosity... or maybe concern. Whichever it is, I honestly can't blame her... After all, it was my stupid decision to pull its ankle.

Thankfully for us, Kevin had ushered the others to wait upstairs to give us room to work. Once we were done, I leaned back slightly and took a moment to look over our work. It was alright for now; sure the wound was bad, but it isn't fatal—at least, I hoped not. I slowly breathed out and wiped my hands on my pants, smearing dark red streaks across the fabric, causing the iron smell of blood then hit my nose, I had to force myself not to gag.

The human's chest rose and fell, its breaths shallow but steady. That alone gave me some sense of relief, even if it didn't ease the tight knot in my gut in the slightest. Tammy also sat back, her ears slightly drooped, eyes scanning the human's face.

"Do you think it'll wake up?" she asked quietly, as if speaking too loud might break something fragile.

"I... think so, but not really sure.." I admitted. "It hit its head pretty hard, but its breathing, t-that's good... right?"

She slowly nodded as her eyes drifted to the dried blood on her hands. "Yeah... good."

For a while, neither of us said anything else. The basement was silent, save for the low hum of the light overhead. I looked closely at the human again just watching its chest continued to rise and fall before as I let out a sigh, catching Tammy's attention.

"You didn't have to stay down here," I muttered, leaning over and tapping the gauze in place. "I could've handled this myself."

"I know," Tammy replied gently, reaching over to adjust the bandage one last time. "But... I kind of feel responsible too."

I paused, looking up at her. Our eyes met for a moment, and neither of us said anything. Her ears now lowered completely as she sat back up.

"What?" she asked,

"Nothing. Just... thanks," I mumbled. "For helping... And for not tearing into me, for bringing it here."

Tammy gave a faint, tired smile. "Trust me, I thought about it," she said, trying to lighten the mood. "But I figured you already felt bad enough and needed some help"

I huffed a small, humorless laugh through my nose. "You figured right."

We both glanced down at the human again. It hadn't moved an inch, just lay there with its head wrapped in gauze and a faint line of dried blood still trailing from its temple. Its face looked... peaceful, almost. Which only made this all feel more surreal.

"...I didn't think it be so... normal-looking," I muttered out before I could stop myself.

Tammy tilted her head slightly. "Yeah, it is weird, right? I mean... they're always told to be like some... far-off, childish myth, like out of a storybook or something. Not like... this."

"Bleeds like us. Breathes like us... and even dresses like us." I paused, frowning. "Doesn't feel right."

"I know what you mean," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.