Brooke Poole

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                       "Stop running! This is private area! Get out of here boy!" I heard two gunshots after those words. Was Damon here? I peek my head out of the cart and look out to see a tall boy running towards my cart with a train guard behind him holding up a gun. I look closely, and the boy that was running, was Damon.
"Damon! Hurry up, come on you can do it!" The train makes a loud sound, and slowly starts moving. My eyes widen, and I'm screaming Damon's name. He's still running, and not that far away. The officer shoots two more times, aiming for Damon.
                     "Brooke! Hold out your hand and pull me on!" Damon's arm is outstretched, waiting for my hand. I hold it out, reaching for his hand. I almost fall out of the moving train to grab him. "Just a little more!" I yell. He tosses his bag next to me and jumps towards my arms. I help him up and we both go to the corner. I'm almost out of breath as I see Damon sink down, holding his left shoulder. "Are you alright? What happened to your shoulder?" He's breathing heavily, looking around. "Close the cart doors." He struggles to tell me. I do as he says, getting up closing the two doors. I lock them and sit back down next to him. "Damon, what's wrong with your shoulder? Take off your jacket," I tell him.
                     He does as I say, and I'm shocked at what I see. The spot on his shoulder is covered in blood, bleeding through his thin grey shirt. "Oh my god, what happened?"
"I got shot. What do you think? You heard the gunshots." He snaps at me. I ignore his rudeness, and gently speak to him, "Take your shirt off." He looks at me confused, still holding his injured shoulder. "You know, if you want me, your gonna have to wait till my shoulder is healed." We both laugh at that, and he lets out a shaky breath"Just do what I say." He takes his shirt off, throwing it across the cart, landing on the cold floor. I take my top shirt off, wrapping it around his shoulder, and tying it in place. He flinches and sucks in his breath as I tie it. I notice him staring at my chest afterwards, and I realize I had nothing on but a tight white tank top, and leggings. I could feel my cheeks getting hot, as I put my jacket on and zip it up quickly.
                  "Thanks, it hurts really bad." He coughs slightly as he looks away. That's when I realize how muscular he was. I look at his chest, and his stomach seeing how built up he is. He catches me staring and I quickly look away, pretending to have something in my eye as I rub it. "No problem. You should probably keep it on your shoulder until we get off the train. We can take you to a doctor then." I unzip my jacket and wrap it over my shoulders as I lay down on the cold floor of the cart. "Here, I have a blanket and a big pillow in my bag," he says quietly, reaching in his bag pulling the blanket and pillow out. "You really don't have to do that." I said smiling up at him. He starts putting the blanket over me as he says, "I know. But I want to." I grab the pillow and put it under my head. The pillow really was big. Big enough to share with him.
                I unzip my jacket and throw it with Damon's shirt on the other side of the cart. He crawls in next to me under the blanket. "Are you tired?" Damon asks me.
I didn't realize how exhausted I was until then. "Yeah, are you?" He nods his head, and rests it on the pillow next to mine. Him and I both stare at the ceiling of the cart. Damon breaks the silence and says quietly, "you know, if your cold, I can warm you up. Not in the weird boy friend girl friend way, but just warming you up." I look over at him and let out a slight laugh. "Yes please. I'm quite cold actually." He smiles and scoots  over to me, with my back against his stomach. Damon wraps an arm over me, pulling me close. The warmth of his body was pressed up against mine. I suddenly felt safer next to him. I smile slightly, knowing he would protect me if anything happened. "Goodnight Brooke. Sleep well." He gives me a quick kiss on my head, and it seemed like I fell asleep instantly after that.

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