After a few minutes the light switch flicks again and the door shut. I lift my head and breath in deeply, refilling my lungs. My arms move up and hit the lid off the can and climb out of the trash can. The Creeper climbs out after I do and I look through the crack in the door again and see that the halls are empty now. I open the door and venture through the hallways to find the exit. Suddenly I feel arms around me and I am picked up.
I flip out at the sudden pick up and look at the Creeper to see him spread his wings and fly away from the building. His wings flap faster as he picks up his pace. I move up slightly and look over his shoulder, down at the building to see the group of people rushing out of the building with guns, shooting at us. One bullet pierces right into my arm and I hiss in pain.
The Creeper looks down at me and shifts me in his arms so I am shielded by his body. A bullet hits him in the side and flies out the front of his body and he growls at the pain. Another bullet hits his right wing in the elbow and he howls in agony. We begin spiraling downward and I hold onto him tightly. He holds me against him and moves so his back slams into the ground and I am not hurt. His wounded wing gets torn off his back as we hit the ground.
"Oh man..." I get out of his arms and pull him over to some trees with a fallen one in the middle of them. A barrow is under the fallen tree. I go over to it and dig at it fast, making a wide tunnel for both of us, I move into it and make a large space for both of us to move in and lay in. After I finish I move out and drag Creeper into the tunnel. He moves over to a wall and sits against it. I go to the entrance and knock it down so the people don't know where we are. Then I pick up some dried roots and wood and rub them together, making a fire.
After I make the fire I go over to him and turn him so I can see his back and wound. I rip out some moist roots from the tree above the den and squeeze the water out over the wound, washing most of the dirt out of it. I see his body relax once the water hits his body and I smile. I drop the now dry roots in the fire and get some more. I set them on his shoulder so they don't get dirty from the ground and rip off some of my shirt and drip the water onto the cloth and rub his wound with the cloth. He hisses loudly when the cloth touches his wound.
"Sorry..." I apologize. I set the cloth down since it is now cleaned out and drip more water from roots onto the wound. A slight purr sounds from his throat and it makes me smile a bit. I lay down close to the fire and watch as he lays on his stomach. The small den is filling with carbon from the fire and our breath rather quickly so I decide to make more smaller tunnels. I sit up and move to the middle of the wall and dig through and make multiple tunnels for the oxygen to come in and the carbon and smoke to go out without making out location obvious. The tunnels are small and spread out and go up to the surface. I clean my hands off on my already dirty skirt and lay back down next to the fire and look at him.
"...Thank you..." He begins, "for all of this.."
I smile at him in response, "..no problem. Thank you for protecting me."
He smiles a little at my words. I close my eyes and start to fall asleep. I open them again and blink the sleep out of my eyes and begin feeling a sharp pain shoot up my arm. Moving my arm, I look at it and see the bullet wound. Wow, I have completely forgotten about that. The Creeper sits up and moves over to me. Taking my arm lightly, he picks the bullet out with his claws and I wince and groan at the pain. He then puts pressure on the wound. "I will fix this wound when I can fly." He says.
"Okay." I reply.
He gazes down at my shirt. He reaches down and lightly rips part of my shirt off and wraps it around my wound tightly, making the blood stop coming out. After he finishes, he takes his hands off my arm and I lay it back down. I turn my attention to his eyes and notice they are slightly glowing a beautiful shade blue. He then crosses his arms across his chest and winces then puts them back down, he must have hurt himself by moving his arm while it was healing. We then both lay back down and drift into deep sleep.
