A dangerous Mistake
It was later at night as Latula begins to realise the lack of warmth next to her. The troll turns over to where Mituna is, or seems to be was. " Tuna?" She asks, her voice barly making any sound. Silence is the responce. This alerts Latula as she jolts up in realisaion that her matesprite is no longer with her. Frantic that her love is injured, the teal blooded troll rumages through the now light room. Despite her yelling, only her voice echos off the walls. That's when a more logical thought hits her and Latula heads to the restroom which looks more like an entrance to a closet in the two's room more than anything else, a perfect discuise in its own way.
On the other side of the rather odd pale door lay the body of Latula's Matespirte, Mituna. His mustard coloured blood stains the water of the tub of which he is submerged in. His helmet is in another of this, Latula can now wander his frail facial features. Multicoloured scars line the boy's forhead as his bangs stuck to the side of his face, his cheekbones are prominate and makes him look gauntly and melnurished. Latula would have been quick to notice such if she wasn't already occupied with fresh wounds on Mituna's wrist and lower forarm.
" How could Tuna do this? He would never harm himself," the libra troll begins her work of healing the victim. First is to drag the other one out of the water. For being so light, Mituna's weight added up greatly when he was unconcious. It was best to remove his suit that kept his body locked away from any harm. But as Latula did so, she found more cuts lining the boy's body. The only space big enough to work is on the floor of the room which awaited Latula out the door. But this task was growing impossible as the wounds that were scattered throughout the Gemini's body broke open at the slightest movements. Latula ran over to the only other troll she believed could help with stiching up such wounds.
About 30 min later, another troll came into the picture. He was much taller than any one else and was the far most strongest. Kurloz is his name. He has his mouth sewn shut, making him soundless. So as his hands work over the mutalated body, the sounds heard are of scissors being forcefully closed and Latula's shoes that hit against the floor as she makes her way across the room in a faster rythum. The troll who lay resting on a table located in another room was becoming more bandage and gauze than light grey skin. kurloz suddently looks up from his work and gives a nod to Latula before leaving in a quick manner. Once again, Latula was left in her own thoughts of why Mituna had tried to killl himself.
So it's late and I have Drivers ED tomorrow. Here's a chapter that I will probably redo soon enough. Hope you enjoy my short chapter :)