I return with an update because it's been sitting here forming dust for forever. These reviews are overwhelming….. No but really thank you for those few three who reviewed it. VERY APPRECIATED. So here it is.
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Dammit Damon
Chapter 2
He took Baird arm one hand place above the protruding area and another below and with a firm jerk he snapped it right back into place. Baird whimpered.
"See, wasn't too bad was it?"
Marcus splint the injured arm and put it across Baird's torso he then slowly picked up Baird bridal style and he hung there like a ragdoll. If you looked close enough you could see that his hands were trembling.
"Now let's get the hell out of here."
About 7 miles down the line Baird started to make pained noises. Anya tried to snap him out of it every once and a while but nothing worked. He was just left unresponsive and limp. This sparked a concern in Marcus. Usually people with concussions wake up at least 1 or 2 hours after the incident and it had been 4 with not a single reaction from the injured blonde. Marcus prayed, not really sure to whom, that Damon hadn't slipped into shock on them. If he did he wouldn't last much longer.
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"Such a damn drama queen, why do you have to make things so complicated for me huh? You get a little bit of water in your lungs and you're dying on me?
"Fu'u."
Marcus looked at Baird with a surprised look and decided to encourage the blonde. For the first time Marcus was glad to hear the man's voice.
"Even SAM could get through that."
Baird had woken up a sometime before Marcus even said a word but he really just felt too weak to even speak. But all this complaining was getting to him he had to say something. If there was one thing Baird wasn't good at it was keeping his mouth shut. Then Marcus had to mention Sam, GOD. Just thinking about her made his head pound even harder. Fuck it if he was injured, he was going to stand up for himself.
"Son of bitch!" Baird was so caught up in the moment he jumped out of Marcus's arm and hit his head, again, against the ground.
"FUUUUCK." Everything went black for a minute. He tried to blink away the stars and hoped he wouldn't fall unconscious again.
"BAIRD!" Anya and Marcus yelled in perfect synced. Anya stomach lurched and she kneeled down next to him.
"Talk to me."
Baird's eyes started to drift close.
"Hey look at me! You just woke up you really wanna miss an open opportunity to talk?" Anya said exasperated.
Honestly Baird didn't care for anything at the moment but sleep. He just wanted to SLEEP. He hit his head more times than necessary, his arm was on fire and his chest felt like it was stuffed with cotton and he couldn't expand his lungs correctly. He didn't want to talk. He let his eyes close and he slipped into oblivion.
Marcus and Anya threw worried glances at each other. This was not good. Anya tapped Baird's cheek and all she got in response was an agitated groan.
"The fall must've aggravated his concussion."
This was not good.
Baird's eyes fluttered open.
"Were you holding me?" he asked incredulously.
Marcus could have cried out in utter relief instead he gave out huff.
"Yeah Cinderella I was." He grounded out.
"Why?" Damon responded again.
"Why do you think?"
"Well I'm no fucking princess so you tell me." Baird snapped.
"You hit your head or something before you jumped off the cliff and you almost drowned because of it. We weren't able to get you to respond so Marcus had to carry you to get away from the army of locusts coming our way. So if you two would stop fighting maybe we can get a better look at YOUR injuries and get the hell out of here sooner." Anya was not going let them argue about this they needed to get out of there, and whether Baird wanted to be helped or not he was going to get it.
TBC…
And that's the end of that dealio' Like I said care to review this sucker! 'Til next time…
-Seriousness
