"I'VE GOT A PLAN"
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The evening had finally arrived, leaving a couple more hours until the happenings of the present day became the past.
Leon, Nathan and Sarah had moved location and were now posted in their temporary bedroom.
They were all sat on their separate beds.
Sarah glanced between the boys, watching as they fiddled with their fresh scraps and scratches that were clearly causing them irritation.
Leon was picking at the scapes that embellished his knuckles, causing the raw skin underneath to be re-exposed.
Nathan was pulling at the shredded fabric of his sleeves.
This was his attempt to lessen the stinging sensation that was coming from his scratches and making him wince.
Sarah sighed.
"Leon do you still have any of your first aid stuff?", Sarah asked.
He glanced over at this his duffle bag.
"Yeah, I think so, why?"
"So I can patch you guys up", Sarah replied.
He shrugged, reaching over and grabbing his bag.
He rummaged through his collection of weapons and took out the bandages and the half-empty bottle of alcohol.
He threw towards Sarah, who caught both items with ease.
"Take care of Nathan, I'll do myself", Leon instructed as he began to clean the cuts on his knuckles.
Sarah stood up and sat next to Nathan.
"Take off your shirt", she softly ordered.
He stood up and began to unbutton.
As he shrugged the shirt from his lean shoulders, more of his upper torso became exposed.
Sarah looked down at the bandage that was wrapped tightly around his slim waist.
There were spots of dried blood had seeped through the layers of material over time.
The bruises that were once black and blue had now dulled into pale yellows and green.
This was a good sign.
"Maybe I could take a look at the gash near your rib?", she asked.
Nathan glanced down at it and shrugged.
"Sure, if you want".
He sat back down next to Sarah.
He watched as she picked up one of the white gowns and tore off a section.
She put the cloth over the open bottle and tipped it.
This caused the material to soak up the spirits.
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