Babysitting a God
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A body, lying face down in the dark alleyway, in a pool of blood. Torn green and black clothes, and messy black hair. I don't even think when I run to its side. I just push it- sorry, it's a him- over and search for any wound. There's blood everywhere, but I'm able to find the source on his right side. Even with the little knowledge I have on injuries, I know I need to stop the bleeding, but with the BIG knowledge of fictional injuries I have, I know for a fact that clothes can work as bandages. Preferably, something thick... like my jacket. Problem is, it's already soaked with water.
I have to use something dry. My jacket is wet... my pants are already soaked and dirty, so that leaves...
When I'm sure no one is coming, I pull off my jacket, then my shirt. Then my jacket is back on and I get to work.
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