When Anthony grabbed Seamus's hair he actually grabbed it so hard a few strands of hair came out.
I'll tell you one thing.He quickly dropped it as if had bitten him or something.Normally he would have smelled it but judging by the character he had taken the hair from, he thought to himself,he would have rather been stabbed and fall off the roof again.It was true.Anything was better than sniffing his hair.......ew.
Anthony walked over to his unconscious angel.There was a bullet wound in her shoulder.She'd live.He picked her up and headed for the door.He looked at her with thought.Should he.....no.Nows not the time.He could wait to smell her hair later.Right now he had to help her.She owed him, twice, actually.He thought whether or not he should take her to his house.He hesitated,but then decided that he would.
He put her in his car and drove off to his house.He remembered now that he had medical supplies there that would help greatly.As he drove,here and there he would glance over at the passenger seat.She'd be ok,he thought.She'll be ok.
As he carried her up the stairs,he thought.'she truly is beautiful.'
He set her on his bed and knew what he had to do.He went to his bathroom and got some gauze and and painkillers.Its the best he could really do at the moment.He made his way to his kitchen next.That was where he kept his serious medical supplies.He got a needle and thread and other things he needed to remove the bullet.After he had all the supplies,he started towards the bedroom.
He first tended to the wounds that the sailors had given her.Then he tended to her bullet wound.He removed the bullet and lit the needle over fire so that the wound wouldn't get infected.He carfully as possible put the hot needle to her skin.She flinched a little but he proceded in sewing her wound.When he was done he was done,he put her shirt back on not bothering with the bra.
He layed her gently on the bed and laid down next to her.He was going to let her rest to get her strength back.In the meantime, he would rest himself.He silently wondered in his head,'what will happen next?
I'll tell you one thing.He quickly dropped it as if had bitten him or something.Normally he would have smelled it but judging by the character he had taken the hair from, he thought to himself,he would have rather been stabbed and fall off the roof again.It was true.Anything was better than sniffing his hair.......ew.
Anthony walked over to his unconscious angel.There was a bullet wound in her shoulder.She'd live.He picked her up and headed for the door.He looked at her with thought.Should he.....no.Nows not the time.He could wait to smell her hair later.Right now he had to help her.She owed him, twice, actually.He thought whether or not he should take her to his house.He hesitated,but then decided that he would.
He put her in his car and drove off to his house.He remembered now that he had medical supplies there that would help greatly.As he drove,here and there he would glance over at the passenger seat.She'd be ok,he thought.She'll be ok.
As he carried her up the stairs,he thought.'she truly is beautiful.'
He set her on his bed and knew what he had to do.He went to his bathroom and got some gauze and and painkillers.Its the best he could really do at the moment.He made his way to his kitchen next.That was where he kept his serious medical supplies.He got a needle and thread and other things he needed to remove the bullet.After he had all the supplies,he started towards the bedroom.
He first tended to the wounds that the sailors had given her.Then he tended to her bullet wound.He removed the bullet and lit the needle over fire so that the wound wouldn't get infected.He carfully as possible put the hot needle to her skin.She flinched a little but he proceded in sewing her wound.When he was done he was done,he put her shirt back on not bothering with the bra.
He layed her gently on the bed and laid down next to her.He was going to let her rest to get her strength back.In the meantime, he would rest himself.He silently wondered in his head,'what will happen next?