Date: 2010-05-07 04:30 am (UTC)
justcallmefee: (adamant)
While the drug takes effect, she's grabbing her keys and her mobile. She returns to his side, easing him up, her eyes scanning to see if he's got any external bleeding. No it's all internal. Fuck.

"I know. Come on. Hold on to me."

She eases him up and loops his arm around her shoulders. She's stronger than she looks, even without the adrenaline flowing in her bloodstream now. But her touch is steady and sure. She's done this once or twice.

"We'll go back to Miami, I'll call an ambulance."

She's just got him to a sitting up position when she notices his trousers have been cut. Her eyes go wide, but something tells her, that would be what triggered the change.

"Fucking hell, if you didn't kill him, I will."

She dashes to his side of the wardrobe, rummaging through his clothes for a pair of sweats. There. In the dirty clothes, of course. It takes her a few moments, but she eases him out of his ruined trousers and into the sweats. She resolutely does not look at the ruined flesh between his legs again. Fucking bastard, whoever he is, she's going to kill him twice.
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Ramon Salazar

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