Sudden Bloodshed

Chapter 16

Brooke's POV
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I wrapped up America's cut. I was a bit annoyed but a bit amused at the same time. We were about to leave the hotel and look for our brother but she got a piece of glass in her boot and it cut her foot.

I had to pull the glass out, which was very cringeworthy for the both of us, then tend to her fresh wound.

By now I had cleaned out the cut as much as I could but it was still bleeding so I gave up and wrapped it up in a thick bandage.

Poor America. She had a small tear running down her face. "It doesn't hurt. I'm fine,really. "

I rose an eyebrow and stared at her flatly. "I don't know who you think you're fooling."

She blinked back more tears. "I'm. Fine."
She slid her boot back on.

I stood up. "Don't walk on it. Just limp or something."

She nodded and I helped her stand up.
I picked up the backpack and swung it over my good shoulder.

America noticed this. "What happened to your shoulder?" Her eyes scanned my other arm. "And you arm?"

I shrugged. "I got stabbed."

America gasped. "You what?!"

I nodded my head. "Yep. I got stabbed. The cut on my arm is swollen and infected but my shoulder is doing better."

America didn't respond. She just stared at me with shock.
I frowned a bit. I didn't know why she was so shocked. There was a war happening all around us. What did she expect?

"Does it hurt?" She asked, slowly reaching her arm out to touch it.
I swatted at her arm.
"Yes of course it does, now don't touch it!"

She backed off.

"Let's just go." I mumbled.

Then I remembered Oliver's backpack.

Should I retrieve it? It had water. Something that I didn't have. Maybe America had some.

"You have water right?"
I asked.

She shrugged. "I don't really have anything. I've been keeping shelter in a small little super market. There's a gas station for the store near by."

A super market. Smart. I would have went to the store me, Oliver and the sisters went to, but it was far from where I was now. I also figured that I'd find another store eventually.
Maybe I didn't need his backpack anymore. I mean I didn't really need it to begin with. The only use for it was water.

"Then let's go!" I began quickly making my way out of the hotel.

"Wait, you idiot!"
America growled, yanking me back inside.

I fell on my back and groaned. "What?" I snapped.

America glared at me. "Are you trying to get us killed?"

I glared back. "No! Why would I do that?"

"The area is filled with Tasitalens! They'd catch us for sure." She remarked.

I stood up and held my shoulder in pain. "Well sorry." I mumbled flatly.

America sighed. "Look let's just find another way out of here. Or at least think of a way out."
She walked over to the other side of the room. I cringed.

"Don't walk on your foot..." My voice trailed off when I saw her limping.

I quickly followed her when I heard footsteps coming from outside of the hotel entrance.