Chapter 40
Damn that was close, he scolded himself as he slinked away, his paws easily able to walk up the rocky terrain,sniffing the air he inhaled her sweet scent again, she was with his men he cringed at that but there was nothing he could do at least she was safe, she was such an unbelieveable person and he was glad he had the oppurtunity to speak to her just then. She was so compassioante and caring a traite of shifter women he chuffed in happiness, she was comfortable around him he knew now, but still couldnt believe he had opened up him self to her liek that, he had never done that to any other person before, but it was just so natural to talk with her, the way she listened and knew the right things to say, he loved eveyrthing about her. He hoped he was beginning to break her hard exterier he wanted nothing more then for her to open up and let him in, he needed her to trust in him 100% there was so much about her that he didn’t know, he had hoped that by telling her his story she would have returned the favour but she hadnt he wondered what it was she was hiding. He could sense the greif in her she had lost people close to her but who. Grolwoing in annoyance that there was still so far to go until she stopped resisting him he leapt up further on to the rocks revelling in the feel of his msucles, stretching them he clawed the ground roughly, leaving gashes in the sandy stone. Jumping from rock to rock he enjoyed being jaguar loving the incredible feel that always came when he was like this. 'BLASIE!!' the sound of his name halted him, immediately spinning he scented the air for the threat, there was no doubt something was wrong, Jay wouldnt have called him with such urgency if there wasnt, not scenting any unfamilair scents, he began sprinting back towards the camp cursing himself for coming this far, when sudenly he felt like he had hit with a freight train, he smelt blood, lots of it and knew instantly whose it was roaring in anger he sprinted faster pushing his powerful muscles harder, as he thudded along the uneven terain, just before reaching the camp, he concentrated as hard as he could and shifted back, it was harder this time because his mind was focused on Rosa, his jaguar wanting to jump right in to the camp and grab her take her to somewhere safe. Pulling on a pair of jeans he sprinted in to the camp his breathing ragged, and his fists balled as he followed her scent a little further from the camp. Seeing his men crowded in a circle he stormed over, they moved out of his way not meeting his eyes and he growled at their good sense, he was in no mood. 'where?' he growled his voice barely recognizeable, his eyes darted around until they landed on the floor, and he felt his heart stop at what he saw. Rosa lay on the floor, her face pale and body sweating as her leg looked as if it had been slashed with a chain saw, the flesh visible and the blood seeping out uncontrolablly. Dropping to his knees beside her, he ran a feather light tough over her forhead, not caring that his men were seeing such a weak side of him. She looked so broken his heart broke, images of his mother in the same way flashed through his head, his anger surging to near bursting point 'dont just fucking stand there!' he yelled his pain transformed in to anger as he closed his heart off, he didn’t need his haywire emotionss at a time like this. Calming himself he asked what happened. 'Rosa and I were practising defence using knives, there was an accident she slipped whilst holding her knife,' Marcos replied his usually bored tone now showing a hint of worry was it? Blaise glared up at him knowing his eyes would be the eyes of his jaguar, when he saw Marcos take a step back and raise his palms, he took a calming breath, now wasnt the time for this, 'bring me the medic kit' he growled, dropping his eyes, the pain in them back at the sight of the beautiful woman in his arms. 'its here' kile told him opeing it and placing it beside him. Blaise took out the small scissors, he grolwed low and deadly eyeing each of his men before he cut away her shorts. When they all respectively looked away he began to cut the shorts, his heart hammering at the thought that she was loosing way to much blood,his hand brushing against her cold and clammy skin. 'd-dont look' she whispered her voice faint and tinged with amusement, he snapped his eyes to hers and saw the fear and pain in them, running a hand over her hair he replied smoothly 'wouldnt dream of it, ill wait till your better' he smirked knowing full well his eyes were probably conveing how bad her injury was but she smiled a faint smile in return, her breathing shallow, he could hear her heart rate slowing down, her body going in to shock because of the immense pain. 'hang on there baby, you can do this' he mutterd still cutting away her shorts. They fell away from her body and he was able to see the wound it was large and angry looking stretching from her hip down the side of her thigh. Now that the shorts were off he could see just how deep the wound was and swore eloquently in his head. His heart breaking as he quickly glanced up to her pale face, her eyes though were suprisngly alert, staring at him intensley 'that bad?' she asked her voice fainter still and he cursed himself again for not schooling his features. 'its just a scratch cher, i'll get you patched up in no time' he assured injecting his cocky, confident attitude in to his words. He saw her slight nod and then her head dropped back to the floor, her eyes flickering close as her breathing hitched for a second. Blaise's heart stopped he felt like his were being rippped out with claws, his breathing ragged and harsh until he heard the stutter of her heart, desperately trying to keep her alive, his hands were working double time with the antiseptic cleared wound, he aplied it too numb the area, injecting a syrynge of morphine in to her thigh for the immense pain that was bound to follow, he cleared the wound as fast as he could to ascertain its size. He groaned as he relaised there wasnt any way he could tie a torniquet as the gash began at her hip. Putting pressure on the wound to staunch the bleeding. Dawson handed him the idodine and he took it without a word, popping the lid he poured the liquid over her wound glad she was unconcious and on morphine because this would have killed her. Clearing the liquid he took the curved needle and wire thread from Dawson, and taking a deep breath he plunged the needle in to her stiching up the wound as best as he could. He had been trained to deal with inuries hell he ahd even stiched himself a handful of times, he knew the pain this would cause her, a part of him breaking everytime he stuck the needle in to her soft flesh. When he had sealed it he poured more idoine over the top hopefuly stopping any infection. Applying a thick cream over the top he covered the wound with gause.
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