Sketch's POV:
He lost his feelings in his legs, falling to his knees. I watched as he held the wound, and planted his palm on the ground. There was nothing I could do. The blood squirted out with every pulse, soaking into the cracks of the floor.
"Ghosty... what do I need to do?!" This time I wouldn't let panic take over. It's starting to become part of the routine. I looked around looking for first aids.
"Sketch... I love you.." My eyes snapped back to him. He was smiling though..
His eyes were gleaming bright. That's where I got the idea.
TIME SKIP 5 MINUTES
"Here, put this on like a blindfold.."
Handing him a torn piece of cloth, i gave him a reassuring smile. Reluctantly he took it and tried the best he could to put it on. "This is gonna hurt like hell.."
"Do I smell smoke?" His words left his mouth just before I stuck the the burning coal on his wound. "Ahhhhgg!
Holy shit!" I did my best to close the wound with a welding technique. Lastly I tied off his arm so if there was internal bleeding, it'd stop. With a struggle to speak he managed to just say "thank you.." That was the last thing he did before falling asleep on the spot. I didn't worry cause I could hear his loud snoring, signaling he was still breathing.
***MORNING***
Ghost's POV:
I woke up with a slight, soar pain in my shoulder. I was lucky I was a lefty, cause it would've been allot worse otherwise. I noticed I had been dragged to a couch and covered with a soft blanket. looking over, I saw sketch out cold on a mattress. It was to early to do anything so I decided just to go back to sleep, silently thanking god for sketch.
