Chapter 1
Red crimsom blood stains the white tile floor as I find myself pulling his head in my lap, "Luke"he murmurs, "Chut bébé c'est moi, votre coffre-for "I say, "J'ai reçu de vous, giselle viennent ici maintenant "I call out peering around the doorway and into the motel room. "Luke i'm coming"she calls in reply. She comes into the room and grabs a towel off of the hook,a knife in her other hand. "god no"he whimpers hiding his face against my stomach, "chut bebe,elle doit,il ca seulement faire un peu mal"I say stroking his hair. I gently turn him on his back and get his legs flat, then I watch as she takes an alcohol pad to his hip, "can I touch you"she asks gently, "yeah"he responds.
Then she takes a knife to his pale flush and cuts, "god ow"he says as she goes deeper. Blood goes everywhere as she finds the bullet and pulls it out, then puts her gloved fingers into the wound to staunch the bleeding. Once it stops,she takes a needle and threads it through the wound and sews it shut. "mm"he whimpers, "I know, it'll be over soon"i say quietly. Soon enough she finishes and after putting on a bandage we get him up and to the bed. I pull the covers up to his chest and then attempt to sit beside him but Giselle grabs my hand, "you can come back in a minute,let me get you taken care of"she says taking me to the bathroom. She sits me on the floor and without warning takes my bloodstained shirt off, then reaches up and turns on the shower. I get up with her help and then take off my pants and get in the shower. For the first time I realize I'm shaking as I watch his blood flow off of me and drain,I see the curtain open, "shh let me help you"she says grabbing the wash cloth. She lathers it with soap and she runs it over my body, then she washes my hair for me. Then we're done and she shuts the water off and I get out. She hands me a towel and I wrap it around my waist then I sit down on the she grabs another needle and thread.
She sterilizes the wound on my shoulder and then stitches it up for me,which hurts a lot but is tolerable. Then I put on some Pajamas once she's done and I go back to the bedroom and crawl in bed with him. "Luke"he questions, "yeah it's me,shh go back to sleep"I say stroking his forehead, "I can't I'm going to be sick"he says, "I gotcha"I say helping him out of bed and to the bathroom just in time. He throws up into the toilet as I wrap my arms around him, and eventually it stops. He leans back into me, "ready for bed"I ask, "yeah"he says weakly. I help him back to bed where I crawl in beside him and he curls into my side. He falls asleep pretty quickly but I lie there awake until I hear a door latch and I know no more.