He didn't seem all that upset. His concern seemed to mainly reflect the terror and anxiety on her face.
Blood dripped down her side as Arthur continued to lean on her for support. He looked so pale.
It frightened her terribly.
Ariadne pulled Arthur into a deserted alley, and they both slid down to the ground. Ariadne sat as close to him as she could without being on his lap, doing her best to hold him upright.
"We need to get you to a hospital."
Arthur shook his head at that. His hair had slipped out of it's perfect gelled form sometime during the action and a few strands fell across a damp forehead.
"No. They'll look for us there. I'll be fine if we can just get somewhere where I can rest."
His feverish complexion was not very assuring, and his eyes began to droop. Ariadne did her best to hold in the onsetting panic. It helped if she kept her focus away from the crimson contusion that was his shoulder.
"Hey. Hey, look at me," she told him, staring into his face. "You're okay. You're going to be fine. I'm going to get us out of here."
Arthur only reaction was to reach up and put his hand on her cheek. She placed hers on top of his, and it was like ice.
Hello fellows.
I've added a pre-chapter teaser right here, as you can see. I've been writing a ton lately, but not in any order, so it's taking me a while to get the next chapter up. Sorry about that.
Meanwhile, here's a hint of where this story might be going. Cheers.
- theYellowDello