You occupied yourself with a one of the many books from your shelf as you sat on the cushiony couch thingy attached to your window. Your mom had given you the news that she will be traveling for a while. She trusts you to behave yourself and not to break anything. Pfft, your not sixteen anymore and you find yourself quite mellow...maybe a bit of a temper. But! You were quite fine being by yourself and maybe once in a while spoil yourself with chips. Grateful that your mom gave you a card to buy food before she left.
You were kinda distracted as the thought of the beach haunted you. You were sceptical to say the least and it has been more than two weeks since you have last stepped foot on it. You dreaded the idea of meeting up with that troll again but you look up from your book and marvel at the beautiful sight you had before you and that is what made you second guess. You suppose you can go since you haven't seen that troll out of all the times you've looked outside. So you gathered your gear and another cute beach outfit and headed downstairs. You walked along the sand, looking around for something out of the ordinary. But saw nothing as you set your big towel down on top of the sand. You sat down with your glasses protecting your eyes from the sun while u scanned the beautiful scenery. You relaxed at the sound of the waves and your body went stiff as you saw a familiar purple troll wash up along the waves. It looked like he attempted to crawl but went on his back and just layed there. You stared as he was no longer moving.
You didnt know what he was doing but your paranoia got the best of you. Pushing yourself up you ran towards the limp body that was surround by purple. Your breathing picked up when you saw a gash in his torso that leaked purple blood. "No, no, no, no, no, Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." you whispered to yourself in disbelief. You ran back to your house as quick as you could and ripping your closet apart and grabbed your first aid kit that your mom insists you keep. Your ran as fast as you can back and see that the sand is even more stained with purple blood than it was before.
You pull up his shirt to have more access to the wound. You grab a cloth pad and apply pressure to the injury. Your hands tremble as you hold down the blood that stopped flowing. You rapped the bandage around his body to keep the pressure on the wound. What If hes dead? You checked his pulse and It was kinda faint and weak. Then you checked his breathing. Thank GOD he still breathing! You looked him over and thought it was best to take off the extra clothing so you unhooked his chain that held his cape and carefully unraveled his scarf. You lifted him up feeling your arms burn with the new demand of an extra body to carry. Your feet burned every slow step you took towards your house but made it there without causing blisters. You struggled to push open your front door and as your body was about ready to give up, you managed to go upstairs and set him down on the bathroom floor. You left him on the floor and washed your hands from all of what you assume is blood. You looked at him while you took a moment to catch your nerves. You sighed with exhaustion and whent to check his breathing and pulse. Still okay for now.
You went to aid his wound and replaced the cloth with a new one. But when you removed the blood soaked cloth the blood started streaming down and you had come to the horrible conclusion that you had to stich it up. You are a bit squeamish when it comes to this stuff but you suck it up and get your phone and start reading up what you have to do. Also searching up and reading about trolls and how there appearance may look different but they do have similarities with humans. You get all the materials ready as the artical says and even watch a video for extra precaution. You put a towel under him and flushing out the wound with water then alcohol. Then start cutting at the jagged skin which you almost threw up doing. You took a deep breath and calmed yourself because you can't back out now. Luckily this was a giant first aid kit and it has all kinds of shit in here. You got some kind of wire like string and tie it at the edge of the needle. Then as you finish stitching it up you collapse on the floor and your whole body is trembling but you move your shaking hand to check his breathing and pulse. Theres no fucking way he could survive with all the blood he has lost. But here he is before you.... still alive.
You clean off the blood from his body as much as you can but no go for his clothes. You look at yourself and had suffered the same fate his clothes had. You set towels on your bed and gathered the rest of your strength to carry him to your bed. Covered him with your fluffyest blanket as he was cold and checked if he still showed signs of life. You feel to your knees at a loss for words as you see him unconscious on your bed. All the adrenalin has worn out and you layed on the floor as passed out with nothing but a pillow to comfort your quivering body.
