The girl stumbled, trying to clear the dripping blood from her
eyes. All she could see was swirling colors all around her. Then,
everything went black.
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The boys laughed and talked as they made there way onto the porch after dinner. The first one out, Mush, gasped in horror at what he saw. It was a girl, about 15, their age. She was lying in a pool of her own blood with too many injuries to count. The rest of the boys had seen by now and Jack, their leader, stooped down to pick the girl up and carried her swiftly into the house. He laid her on the first bed he saw, which happened to be Race's. Race however, made no comment. Jack had no idea what to do and knew that the girl was going to die, if she already wasn't dead, if he didn't get help. So, he got the only person he thought might know what to do, his friend David. David rushed over and quickly shooed away the rest of the newsies while he undressed the girl. He then cleared away all the blood and took a very strong, and very painful, cleaning solution and applied it to her wounds. Though unconscious, the pain was so searing that the girl writhed violently. David then wrapped her very carefully in a clean sheet and dressed her in a pair of large pants and baggy shirt. That was all he could do for now, but he knew it would be enough to save her.
He walked downstairs to the boys that stood with bated breath.
"She's going to be all right." said David, causing a sigh of relief to be given from every boy in the room. "However, she will be unconscious for a few days and you will need to make sure that she is kept comfortable. When she awakes you must be very careful with her. Oh, and she must be kept in a very peaceful state."
The boys all started at this. They were the rowdiest guys of the bunch. But they knew that the girl was in no fit state to be moved, and that her life lay in the fact of them staying quiet.
"Do you know anything about her?" asked Mush, a handsome boy with brown hair.
"No." David replied. "Except that she is very pretty when she is not covered in blood."
And that was it. David left for home and the boys headed upstairs quietly. They tried not to look at the girl on the bed, but they had to admit that David's comment about her being very pretty was true. Race, in particular, was comforted by the fact that though he had to sleep on the floor, he was giving up his bed for a very beautiful girl.
Little did they know that the girl lying on the bed was much more than just a girl.
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The boys laughed and talked as they made there way onto the porch after dinner. The first one out, Mush, gasped in horror at what he saw. It was a girl, about 15, their age. She was lying in a pool of her own blood with too many injuries to count. The rest of the boys had seen by now and Jack, their leader, stooped down to pick the girl up and carried her swiftly into the house. He laid her on the first bed he saw, which happened to be Race's. Race however, made no comment. Jack had no idea what to do and knew that the girl was going to die, if she already wasn't dead, if he didn't get help. So, he got the only person he thought might know what to do, his friend David. David rushed over and quickly shooed away the rest of the newsies while he undressed the girl. He then cleared away all the blood and took a very strong, and very painful, cleaning solution and applied it to her wounds. Though unconscious, the pain was so searing that the girl writhed violently. David then wrapped her very carefully in a clean sheet and dressed her in a pair of large pants and baggy shirt. That was all he could do for now, but he knew it would be enough to save her.
He walked downstairs to the boys that stood with bated breath.
"She's going to be all right." said David, causing a sigh of relief to be given from every boy in the room. "However, she will be unconscious for a few days and you will need to make sure that she is kept comfortable. When she awakes you must be very careful with her. Oh, and she must be kept in a very peaceful state."
The boys all started at this. They were the rowdiest guys of the bunch. But they knew that the girl was in no fit state to be moved, and that her life lay in the fact of them staying quiet.
"Do you know anything about her?" asked Mush, a handsome boy with brown hair.
"No." David replied. "Except that she is very pretty when she is not covered in blood."
And that was it. David left for home and the boys headed upstairs quietly. They tried not to look at the girl on the bed, but they had to admit that David's comment about her being very pretty was true. Race, in particular, was comforted by the fact that though he had to sleep on the floor, he was giving up his bed for a very beautiful girl.
Little did they know that the girl lying on the bed was much more than just a girl.