The pain was almost unbearable, but he ignored it for now. There were far
more important things to worry about. Like the girls condition. The
warriors had beaten her up pretty badly. Her jaw and right leg were broken,
her left eye was swollen shut and she had a large gash on her right arm
that was bleeding a lot. Apart from those distinct wounds, it was hard to
see where the wounds that were inflicted by the warriors began and the
wounds she got while training ended. He suddenly noticed that he was flying
a lot lower than before. Thinking hard, he tried to find out how it came.
Wait, that wasn't right. Then it hit him. The wound. Looking down at the
wound, he cursed heavily in Namek, ending with,
"Bloody son of a bitch!"
The sword had cut at least one artery. Blood was running down his leg very fast, dripping down his foot, onto the ground.
"Nice trail I'm making. Those warriors will have no trouble at all to follow it."
The loss of blood explained him losing altitude and his lack of concentration. But it also made the situation more grave. He had to land, but he didn't like it one bit. They were flying above the wasteland. It was the perfect place for an ambush. Having no chance but to risk it, he landed.
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Pain was the first thing that returned to her in the blackness. It was a dull pain. Not sharp as before. She felt strangely detached from her body. Everything seemed to come from far way. Even the pain. Slowly, another sensation came back to her. Feeling. Two strong arms holding her. The warmth of a body. Somebody gently stroking the hair out of her face. Two fingers pressing on her neck. A head resting on her chest. The movements of the person becoming swift. Getting lowered unto the ground. No! She didn't want that. She wanted to stay in those strong arms, held against the warm body. Two fingers closed her nose and her head was tilted backwards. A warm mouth covered her own. Air was blown into her lungs. Air? She didn't know that she had stopped breathing. With the help of the other person's breath, she slowly began to breath on her own. Slowly, her vision returned and some of the blackness lifted. Everything was blurred. Her eyes wouldn't focus. Something green entered her field of vision. A face. A face from a person. A person she new, but couldn't place. A person that was important to her. The person moved his lips, saying something to her. She strained her ears, trying to hear what he said.
".Kid.are.Ok kid?.listen.can.hear."
It didn't make any sense to her. Closing her eyes, she began to drift back into the blackness.
"Kid! No, don't leave me! Woran, Woran! Concentrate Woran!"
Concern. Real concern. And. sadness? Fear? Opening her eyes again, she looked into the terribly familiar face again.
"Piccolo."
She new who it was then. Piccolo. Her mentor, her sensei. She said his name, but it was so soft, it wasn't even a whisper. But Piccolo heard her. He began to talk again.
"Here.Senzu bean.swallow"
He placed something in her mouth. Swallowing it, a warm glow spread through her body. The pain vanished, her vision and hearing came back, the tiredness in her whole body was gone in a few seconds and the blackness that clouded her mind lifted. Blinking a few times, she sat up.
"Woran, you Ok now?"
She looked at Piccolo and nodded. The relieve vanished from his face at the nod. But she could still see it in his eyes. His face might be blank, but his eyes always betrayed his emotions. You had to look very carefully, but it was there. She had gotten quite good at reading his emotions from his eyes. There was another emotion. Pain. She looked him over.
"Shit!!! Piccolo, you've got a sword stuck in your hip!"
"Good that you told me. I really wouldn't have noticed it myself."
"Quite the sarcasm and lay down."
"What?"
"Don't fuss and do it!"
"Hey kid, don't push!"
"Shut up. It's the only way I can get you to lay down. Now stop whining, turn on your side and let me take a look at the sword."
"Hey, what are you, my mother or something?"
"No, thank god I'm not. Piccolo, this is a very bad wound. I'm going to remove the sword now. It's going to hurt like hell, but you must concentrate and regenerate immediately. The sword has stemmed the flow of blood a bit. Once its removed, the wound will start to bleed even more. If you don't regenerate, you'll lose too much blood. Understand?"
"I understand. Just stop fussing over me and get the damned sword out."
"Ok, I'm going to pull it out on three. You ready?"
"Of course I am."
"Alright then. Here we go. One, two, THREE!"
Piccolo was lying on his left side. Gripping the hilt with both hands, she counted to three and pulled it out as fast as she could. Blood gushed out of the wound. Throwing the sword away, she knelt at Piccolo's side. She really wanted to do something, to stem the flow of blood. But she couldn't. Touching him would make him lose his concentration.
"Bloody son of a bitch!"
The sword had cut at least one artery. Blood was running down his leg very fast, dripping down his foot, onto the ground.
"Nice trail I'm making. Those warriors will have no trouble at all to follow it."
The loss of blood explained him losing altitude and his lack of concentration. But it also made the situation more grave. He had to land, but he didn't like it one bit. They were flying above the wasteland. It was the perfect place for an ambush. Having no chance but to risk it, he landed.
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Pain was the first thing that returned to her in the blackness. It was a dull pain. Not sharp as before. She felt strangely detached from her body. Everything seemed to come from far way. Even the pain. Slowly, another sensation came back to her. Feeling. Two strong arms holding her. The warmth of a body. Somebody gently stroking the hair out of her face. Two fingers pressing on her neck. A head resting on her chest. The movements of the person becoming swift. Getting lowered unto the ground. No! She didn't want that. She wanted to stay in those strong arms, held against the warm body. Two fingers closed her nose and her head was tilted backwards. A warm mouth covered her own. Air was blown into her lungs. Air? She didn't know that she had stopped breathing. With the help of the other person's breath, she slowly began to breath on her own. Slowly, her vision returned and some of the blackness lifted. Everything was blurred. Her eyes wouldn't focus. Something green entered her field of vision. A face. A face from a person. A person she new, but couldn't place. A person that was important to her. The person moved his lips, saying something to her. She strained her ears, trying to hear what he said.
".Kid.are.Ok kid?.listen.can.hear."
It didn't make any sense to her. Closing her eyes, she began to drift back into the blackness.
"Kid! No, don't leave me! Woran, Woran! Concentrate Woran!"
Concern. Real concern. And. sadness? Fear? Opening her eyes again, she looked into the terribly familiar face again.
"Piccolo."
She new who it was then. Piccolo. Her mentor, her sensei. She said his name, but it was so soft, it wasn't even a whisper. But Piccolo heard her. He began to talk again.
"Here.Senzu bean.swallow"
He placed something in her mouth. Swallowing it, a warm glow spread through her body. The pain vanished, her vision and hearing came back, the tiredness in her whole body was gone in a few seconds and the blackness that clouded her mind lifted. Blinking a few times, she sat up.
"Woran, you Ok now?"
She looked at Piccolo and nodded. The relieve vanished from his face at the nod. But she could still see it in his eyes. His face might be blank, but his eyes always betrayed his emotions. You had to look very carefully, but it was there. She had gotten quite good at reading his emotions from his eyes. There was another emotion. Pain. She looked him over.
"Shit!!! Piccolo, you've got a sword stuck in your hip!"
"Good that you told me. I really wouldn't have noticed it myself."
"Quite the sarcasm and lay down."
"What?"
"Don't fuss and do it!"
"Hey kid, don't push!"
"Shut up. It's the only way I can get you to lay down. Now stop whining, turn on your side and let me take a look at the sword."
"Hey, what are you, my mother or something?"
"No, thank god I'm not. Piccolo, this is a very bad wound. I'm going to remove the sword now. It's going to hurt like hell, but you must concentrate and regenerate immediately. The sword has stemmed the flow of blood a bit. Once its removed, the wound will start to bleed even more. If you don't regenerate, you'll lose too much blood. Understand?"
"I understand. Just stop fussing over me and get the damned sword out."
"Ok, I'm going to pull it out on three. You ready?"
"Of course I am."
"Alright then. Here we go. One, two, THREE!"
Piccolo was lying on his left side. Gripping the hilt with both hands, she counted to three and pulled it out as fast as she could. Blood gushed out of the wound. Throwing the sword away, she knelt at Piccolo's side. She really wanted to do something, to stem the flow of blood. But she couldn't. Touching him would make him lose his concentration.