Yin: I'm tired, and recovering from a major sugar attack. The things coffee will do to a girl...
Amanda was thankful that her father had taught her to care for the wounded. She realized how important all those lessons had been.
Amanda's first act was to stop the bleeding. She placed a tourniquet on Kurt's right arm, which seemed to be bleeding the worst. She then removed his bloodied shirt. She could tell that he had been bleeding there, but it had stopped. The old, dried blood was now caked onto his fur.
After a careful assessment, Amanda figured Kurt had three cracked ribs, that his left arm was broken, his right arm stabbed (she presumed it to have been a knife), his tail smashed (you could still see the muddy foot print), his right leg swollen, and he had been punched repeatedly in the face, chipping a tooth in the process. Whoever had done this had probably meant to kill Kurt.
It took all night to clean and dress his wounds. By sunrise, Amanda was exhausted, and Kurt had passed out several times, either from blood loss or pain.
Amanda took a deep breath in, knowing that she still had to set Kurt's arm. She handed him a stick to bite on.
Hot tears rolled down his furry cheeks, and he looked like a little kid.
They had somehow made it to the house, and although Amanda wanted to just sleep right there, Kurt right arm had started bleeding again, and she had to redress it.
When she finally did get to sleep, she was plagued by nightmares.
"I love you Amanda." Kurt said in a gasping breath. He was dying.
"Kurt! Don't leave me! Please!" She was on her knees, cradling his head. This was the man she loved, how could he go?
"I'm sorry..." And he disappeared in a cloud a smoke.
Amanda was left alone, in the middle of nowhere, a deep void taking over where her heart should have been.
Amanda woke up with a start. The sun was barely peaking through the windows. Clouds, dark, stormy one, were rolling across the sky.
Kurt was moaning. Immediately Amanda got up to care for him. His temperature was high- to high. He was soaking wet with sweat, and his fur only made it harder to keep him cool.
He was delirious too. He kept muttering things about "mutter".
Amanda did her best to care for him, but she wasn't sure if it would be enough.
A few days passed. Sometimes Amanda thought he was getting better, other times she knew he was worse.
He never was quite coming out of the feverish sleep. Kurt's grievances were bad too. At times he seemed angry, scared, or sad. He constantly tossed and turned, causing the healing to slow.
The clouds outside only grew darker.
Something splashed Amanda in the face. She opened her sleepy eyes, rain starting to pour in the window that she had left open the night before, hoping that a cool breeze would come in. She hurried to close it.
Amanda turned toward Kurt, surprised how quiet it was. She gasped.
He wasn't there.
Amanda raced to the kitchen. Not there either.
BAMF!
Kurt was in front of her, dripping wet. "Sorry!" He stumbled back, clutching a small bouquet of bluebells.
"Kurt!" Amanda hugged him right there. "You scared me! I didn't know where you were!" The she noticed what she had done. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean too..."
Kurt stood there stunned.
Amanda looked up at him, smiling.
Kurt smiled back, his chipped fang flashing as lightning crackled.
Yin: Is this moving a little slow? I don't know. Got some good ideas for this, but I'm really excited about Murder Mysteries. Got to go now, chores call.