Humans Alone (G/T)

Chapter Eleven

Michael worked frantically, removing the large, near baseball sized bullet from Heath's stomach. "You've saved me several times, now it's my turn to return the favor." He whispered, his hands covered in dark red blood. 

With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he grabbed the needle and thread Donnie recovered from the horses and took a deep breath and slowly began to stitch the large wound. To him, it looks a lot worse than it probably really is. 

"Here, I got water." Donnie's voice piped up behind him, and the Masonin teen placed a metal canteen next to the human, watching him carefully. He was surprised at how much blood was on his hands, and how large the shotgun bullet was to Michael.

"Thank you." The brown haired male mumbled, using his arm to push stray locks of hair out of his face. Taking the giant canteen in both hands, he dumped some water down onto the now stitched up wound to wash some of the blood away from Heath's torso. 

Donnie stared warily at the human, hoping he didn't do something to his adoptive father when he went to fetch water. If he lost his dad, he'd lose everything. "Be careful. If he dies it's on your shoulders." He mumbled bitterly, folding his large arms over his chest. 

Michael only remained silent in response to the teen, taking bandages and layering them over the stitched wound. "Just hang in there Heath." He whispered to the giant, watching red tinted water droplets running into the grass. "Donnie, where's that girl? Are we safe or do we need to move?" He turned to face the green-eyed giant, cringing only slightly under the harsh gaze.

"We're fine here. The Pegasus don't hunt alone. But we'll have to move as soon as dad wakes up because she'll be back with more people." Donnie responded, never taking his fierce eyes off of the human. 

"That could be a while, so you better be ready to wait. Also, I need you to go get the horses. I'd get them myself but my leg still hurts and I need to keep an eye on Heath's wound." Michael turned back around, facing Heath and sat slowly in the grass beside the large man. His leg ached, as did his arm. His arms bandages were now stained with Heath's blood. He'd better get that cleaned off too so the blood doesn't infect his arm.

"Whatever. Anything to get away from you. You're lucky you know. If dad hadn't found you one of those group members could have and you'd have been dead a long time ago." Donnie rose to his full height, standing towering over Michael. "I'm going to get the horses."

Michael didn't want to say anything else, but he listened as footsteps departed and he turned his head to look at Heath. "He's probably right. If you hadn't been nice enough to help me, several times actually, I'd be dead right now. The tree, the wolves, the...Pegasus I think you called them. I owe you a lot more than just taking care of this wound." 

His eyes slowly scanned Heath's torso, noticing each curve in his skin and arms. The Masonin was certainly muscular. Broad chest, firm shoulders. Michael caught himself staring and averted his eyes with furrowed brows. "Get a grip on yourself. For starters, he's a man. Second, he probably wouldn't like you anyway. Human. Remember?" He mentally slapped himself and scooted away from Heath, laying in the grass and staring up at the leaves rusting far above him.

Donnie stood in the shade of the trees, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips curled into a frown. The human seemed to care about his dad a lot more than he must be letting on. He couldn't stand for that. He had to do everything in his power to get them apart. 

Sorry it's short guys, I have more ideas, just not for this specific chapter.