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Ok, now that I've gotten that out of my system, here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy!
Ethan's POV
Mom had been keeping watch by the door while I stayed with Tony, he had now been passed out for several hours at least, but he was still breathing. I was holding the shirt, which was slowly filling with blood, onto the stump of his arm.
Maybe we cut it off soon enough, maybe he'll survive this. He's strong, as long as we cut his hand off soon enough he'll definitely make it.
"Ethan, get something to eat, there's some granola bars in my bag." Mom said from the front of the restaurant.
"I'm not hungry Mom, we should save them." I responded without taking my eyes off the wall I was staring at.
"Ok, fine. But are you really not hungry, or are you just to worried to eat?" She asked.
"I'm just..." I started to say.
I'm totally worried...
"I'm just not hungry, really, that's it." I finished as I finally took my eyes off the wall and looked over at her, I saw that she was looking at me, concern showing on her face.
"... Ok Ethan, but those bars are there if you want them." She said before looking back out the door.
I didn't respond, instead I looked down at Tony's now very pale face.
"Mom... I think he's loosing to much blood! He's getting very pale!" I said as I put more pressure on the amputation.
She ran over and lifted his arm up in the air and took over my job of holding the shirt and applying pressure.
"See if you can find something here that we can use to wrap his arm." She said calmly.
How can she be so calm?!
I ran into a bathroom and looked for toilet paper, as that is the only thing I could think of that might work right now with our limited supplies. I found a relatively full roll and ran back out to Mom and Tony.
"Get a different shirt, one that's not covered in blood, you should have an extra or two in your bag." She said as I set the toilet paper on the table.
I rummaged through my bag and pulled a shirt out of it and gave it to Mom.
She used the blood-covered shirt to clean up a little more blood before switching to my clean shirt.
"Now start wrapping the shirt up against the wound. I'll hold it down until you can get it held down without me." She said.
I nodded and began wrapping the toilet paper around Tony's arm, bleeding wrist, and my shirt. I eventually had wrapped it enough for Mom to let go, but I was running out of paper, she ran into the woman's bathroom and came out with a somewhat full roll and an almost used up roll.
"Hopefully this will be enough." She said as she walked over to me and set the rolls on the table.
I kept wrapping the paper around his arm and the shirt until it mostly stayed together.
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Fight To Live
FanfictionEthan Barton is a teen boy living in a world gone to shit. His mom is the leader of a small group, a group that could fall apart any day. He fights to survive, and for his group to survive, but he also wants to live, and what's a better way to do th...
