Fallen

Chapter 5- Rewritten

Sang's P.O.V.

"It's the doctor that I met earlier today," I tell the others. "And this time he has friends."

"The mysterious Doctor Sean Green?," Taylor's eyes light up. "I say let him in."

"Of course you do," I scoff. I do want to learn more about Sean, however, I find it weird that he showed up to the bar I happen to be at.

     "I say don't," Henry says. "He very well could be a wolf in sheep's clothing."

      "Well, we're not exactly lambs," Jami points out, her shotgun still in hand. "Let him in. I want to meet the mysterious doctor."

        "Sorry, you just missed last call," I say to Sean after opening the door. "I hate to disappoint you and your friends."

       "We didn't exactly come for the drinks, Pumpkin," he grins.

       I raise an eyebrow at the nickname. "First of all, call me that again and I will eviscerate you," I warn him. "But if you aren't here for the excellent customer service, then why are you here?"

"I'm looking for something and I was told I would find what I was looking for here if I asked the right people."

I step to the side to let him and his friends in. The other two are very stoic. One has jet black hair, dark eyes, and an olive toned complexion. The other has short brown hair that is pushed back from his face and grey eyes that are hidden behind a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

Sean flashes a big grin at my friends. If he thinks he's going to charm the others by flashing that smile of his, he obviously doesn't know he's dealing with. Okay, he might charm Taylor, but not Henry or Jami.

"I assume I don't need to introduce myself, I'm sure Sang has told you all about me," Sean grins. "But this is Owen Blackbourne and this is Axel Toma.

"You all can refer to me as Mr. Blackbourne," Owen says.

        Henry ignores Owen's comment. "Don't care. What are you doing here?"

"Well at the risk of Dr. Green repeating himself, we're looking for some information," Owen says before looking down at Henry's arm. "But it seems like you have something more urgent to attend to."

The bleeding is even worse now and he seems several shades lighter.

"I could take a look," Sean says. "I am a doctor."

"No, it's fine," Henry says.

I glare at him. "I've had enough of this. You are going to shut up and let him take a look at your damn arm. Or I'm going to tie you down and he's still going look at it. Take your pick."

He grumbles something under his breath but rolls up his sleeve before holding it out for Sean to see. It's way worse than I imagined. There's a large gash on his arm, as if he had been violently clawed. The edges of the wound are yellow, as if was eating away at the skin and the blood is almost black. Taylor and Jami wince at the sight of the wound.

Sean turns to Jami. "Do you have any antiseptic? Or a first aid kit?"

"I have whiskey," she says.

"That won't do," he shakes his head. "Got anything stronger?"

Jami reaches for the top of the shelf and grabs a dusty bottle. "This is the strongest thing we have."

     Sean opens the bottle before sticking the tip of his finger inside the bottle. He raises his finger to his lips. He holds my gaze as he tastes the vodka but he doesn't make a face. He finally nods. "That will work," he turns to Henry. "This isn't going to feel good."