"What the Hell?!" Heather runs to us, dropping in front of us on her knees. "What happened?! The warriors were all about to leave when Sandra told us it was over and asked that they hang back, and I thought that meant it was fine and everyone was okay but there's blood everwhere!" She rambles. "And you!" She points at me, "If you ever do something that stupid again I'll kill you myself!" She shouts. "Where are you hurt?" She asks in a soft, motherly tone. Wow. That was almost more instense than the fight.
"James, go get my first aid box, the bottle of peroxide, and a large bowl. Hurry." Sandra sounds calm but her voice is a bit wavery from where I sit. James runs back to the kitchen. My hand is really starting to hurt. Heh. Ace and Eve are standing a bit away, watchign with wide, concerned eyes. They look like they want to come closer but aren't if theyre welcome. I catch their eye and tilt my head to motion them closer. Ace sighs in releif and Eve visibly relaxes as they come to stand just a few feet away.
"Thank you. For saving him." Sandra wipes away a tear, trying to keep a straight face. Considering they were both just yelling at me...
"I thought you were shot..." Sam turns and buries his face in my shoulder. My arm around his back, I rub up and down his shoulder in an attempt to soothe him. James comes back with the items Sandra requested. Sandra pulls out a chair and sits in front of me, to my right so she can better access my arm. She rests the bowl on her knee and holds my hand over it, opening the bottle with her teeth.
"This is going to hurt." She mumbles over the cap between her teeth.
"That's fine." I just keep rubbing Sam's shoulder. His crying has quieted to sniffling, but I can feel my shirt getting more wet with his tears.
"What are you, a masochist?" Heather jokes, trying to hold tears of her own as she watches us, still kneeling in front of us beside Sandra. I just shrug. Her face falls. "Oh."
I flinch as the cool liquid hits my hand, falling away red, into the bowl. The wound is visible, but it won't stop bleeding. Snadra's face scrunches. "Eve come help hold his hand up." She says. Eve squats beside me and carefully take my arm, helping support it as the blood falls into the bowl. I'm starting to tremble, and I'm feeling light headed.Sandra rushes to pull out some thread and a needle and bandaging supplies. Stitches.
"I'm gonna get some juice and crackers." Heather rushes to the kitchen. Sam starts to rub little circles on my back and I squeeze his shoulder.
"I'm okay." I assure him. He nods into my neck, still snifling.
"I don't have anything to numb it." Sandra looks up at me. I just nod, wincing as she inserts the needle into my flesh. I don't bother to watch as Heather rushes out with a juice box and a spoon of peanut butter. I raise my brow. Holy fuck this hurts!
"We don't have the crackers," she offers a small, hesitant smile, "but peanut butter is supposed to help balance blood sugar." I nod and she sticks the straw in the juice box.
"Samuel, I need my arm." I whisper. He whimpers, but slowly pulls away, wiping his face with the back of his hand. Now I notice the little line of dried blood on his neck. He must have been so scared... I sigh and take the juice.
"Guys, there's a suicide note on the big one." I look up to see James ducktaping Blondies wrists too.
"A suicide note?" Nate asks nervously.
"It was a suicide for some guy named Troy... It's a threat." He looks up. A threat? A threat from a guy named Troy?
"You know what Heather? Call the worriors anyway. I want these two in the basement and interrogated. I want them under maximum security. And I want to know why, at the time, we thought it was a good idea to put the cells under our house." Sandra growls. Thats new. Normally Heather's the angry one.
"So... What happened?" Ace asks.
"What did happen?" I ask Sam. Heather takes my empty juice and hands me the peanut butter spoon.
"I-I was..." Sam sniffles. I stick the spoon in my mouth to suck on and put my arm back around him. He leans into me. I take a deep breath as she hits a particularly tender spot on my hand. The wound is on the outside of my hand, to the bone, and half way through it branches off along my wrist when he fell.
"I-I was helping take the leftover out for that nice couple... Well they came in and they were making lewd and suggestive comments. Dain met me while I was getting the menues and he offered to switch sections. So he took the wierd guys and I took care of the old couple. They were really nice. They gave me a twenty dollar tip and gave me a twenty to give to you too." He looks at me. I nod.
"Well I was carrying their leftovers to the car for them. When I came in they... They grabbed me when I walked through the door and..." His eyes start to water again.
"They had a knife to his throat. And the little one had a gun." I finish, squeezing his shoulders.
"He saw and got me and drug me to the kitchen where he grabbed a knife and took off. So I told Sandra and you know the rest." James finishes, neatly folding the note and handing it to Heather.
"So what did you do?" Heather asks, narrowing her eyes at me. I take the spoon out of my mouth.
"I went through the private room, came up behind them, stabbed the guy with the gun's hand, and knocked the big one out. Then the other guy tried to shoot himself, so I tackled him, and that was that." I tell them.
"Yeah, that's not that. Your jaw is bruising pretty darkly and your hands mangled." Sandra says softly.
"Better my hand then my other eye." I shrug. "What would I have done if I was completely blind? I wouldn't have been able to see Samuel every day." I nudge him with my elbow and he smiles. There he is.
"Your blind in that eye?" He asks. I nod. "Oh." Sandra finshes the stitches and wraps my hand thickly with bandages, all around my hand and up my wrist. James and Heather offer to clean up, since the warriors are on the way. Ace and Eve asked if they could stay with us, still unnerved. They agreed, glad to have extra people with those phsycopaths in the basement. They made other plans to clean up and such, but I wasn't paying that much attention.
So Sandra takes us home.
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Teen Fiction*COMPLETE* Dain is just your average emo kid. Except he's not. He's a vampire. With an adopted familiar. Who's father is dead, and his mother abuses him. But... he's handling it. He has to. Until two new kids with blond hair and green eyes come to s...
