Prluna:I'm back, better than ever! And Marshmallow was yummy, I'll tell you that~ Well, no special appearances today, so lets get to telling! :D By the way, i'm sorry to all of you waiting for a new update. School, Y U DO DIS? Anyways, hope you like it~
He ran to Skip's house, panting. She wasn't bleeding a lot anymore, but that wasn't taken as a good sign. He knocked on the door, and he kept knocking until Skips, who had just woken up, came and opened the door.
"What do you wa- oh. Bring her inside." He took one look at her, and one look was all he needed. He set her on the couch, and Skips closed the door. He got some weird contraption out, and scanned her with it.
"Good thing is, she'll survive. But barely. Anyways, why didn't you bring her to the hospital?" He asked. He shook his head, muttering. Why didn't he?
"I guess... i just felt like there was someone there that would hurt her. Like.. if i took her there, she wouldn't survive." He said quietly, checking on the mysterious bird. He touched her with his left wing, stroking her hair. Skips went to work, dressing the wound and stitching it. In a couple of minutes, what would have taken a long time was done.
"Well, anyways, you're lucky it was a clean wound. I don't know what i would have done if there was any buckshot in there, or if the bullet was still lodged in her shoulder. Also, none of her major muscles or arteries were damaged. Very lucky." The Yeti said, his face full of concern. The woman twitched, moaning softly. A snowflake fell on his nose, and he sneezed, perplexed. He was done cleaning himself up, but his cl... wait, he didn't have any clothes on. Well, his jacket was ruined. Oh well. He picked her up, walking towards the door. As he reached for the knob, Skips sighed.
"Next, time, go to a hospital." He said, putting away his equipment. He nodded, and walked out the door, the blue jay in his arms.
He set her on his bed, covering her with his blankets. She was beautiful, and her hair shined in the light. The snow was already melting, and her breathing was nice, and regular-like. Not irregular, or spastic. That was good. He walked out of the room, ignoring Rigby's mess, and he started to make pancakes. He had never done it before, but he thought he just might try. Benson walked out, sipping a cup of coffee.
"What do you think your doing, Mordecai?" He said, his voice rising a bit.
"Umm, making pancakes. Want some?" He asked, his gaze still on the pancakes Benson sighed, and nodded.
"I'm sorry, Mordecai, i just assumed you were doing something you weren't supposed to.. i mean, your always slacking off, so... anyways, yea, I'm sorry. Ill take two." He said, his gaze sorry.
"Oh, and how come you spent the night, Benson? I though you had an apartment..." He inquired, confused.
"Oh, paperwork.." he mumbled. He nodded, and walked over to the couch, sitting and turning on the T.V. He heard footsteps, and Rigby walked into the kitchen, yawning.
"Dude, why's there a chick in your bed?" He asked, scratching his side. He sighed, and was about to answer, but there were more footsteps. He gave the spatula to Rigby, and ran over to see who it was. It was her.