Helping Jarod
Chapter 3
Parker gasped. Jarod was a tall man. It had took her almost an hour to get him up the stairs. Blood was everywhere now and Jarod was still unconscious. She knew the wound had to be treated properly and so she was looking for some old sheets she could use as bandage. She cut the sheets into even stripes and thought about the irony.
Almost two hours had passed and she had never even considered to call the Centre. There would be dozens of doctors in Renewal Wing, and Jarod would get best treatment. But still he lay there, in her mothers studio, where she had made a bed ready for Jarod.
The little voice in her head told her to protect him, when normally it was her job to bring him back. And she had followed the voice without objecting. She wondered if Jarod heard voices as well, cause he always was so determined. Jarod never doubted his abilities or his deeds. If he did, he was concealing it very well.
She pushed these thoughts away and went upstairs again. Jarod lay there unchanged. She had undressed him almost completely. First she had considered to take off his underwear as well, but then decided against.
It was pretty disturbing to see Jarod naked. Before this she never wasted another thought about the man Jarod. He was her nemesis, her pain in the neck. Being able to look at him without him looking back displaying one of his mock grins had a devastating effect on her perception. Jarod definitely was a man a woman could dream of. Thinking about it she found a lot of similarities between Jarod and Tommy. Tommy she had loved – so what about Jarod?
She scolded herself for daydreaming while Jarod was still bleeding. Carefully she loosened the soaked bandages. Fibers of cloth were still in the wound. She would have to clean it first. Otherwise it was likely that he would get fever. He maybe would anyway, but Parker didn't know what to do in case the wounds got worse.
She took pincers and tried to get all the fibers out of Jarods skin. Thankfully the bleeding already had the effect of washing most of them out. She took Iodine and poured some into the wound. Jarod moaned quietly.
Parker looked for a way to bandage both wounds. Jarod lay on his back and she woulnd't be able to hold him in a sitting position. Finally she somehow managed to get the bandages tight around Jarods torso. Exhausted she sat back and watched her work.
Now she only had to remove the trails of blood he had left in the corridor. She left him alone for the moment and went downstairs. Tidying up took her more than two hours.
When she was finally done she checked on Jarod again, finding that he had light fever. She fetched a bowl of ice water and washed his forehead and upper body to cool him down. Then she lied down next to Jarods bed and fell asleep instantly.
Chapter 3
Parker gasped. Jarod was a tall man. It had took her almost an hour to get him up the stairs. Blood was everywhere now and Jarod was still unconscious. She knew the wound had to be treated properly and so she was looking for some old sheets she could use as bandage. She cut the sheets into even stripes and thought about the irony.
Almost two hours had passed and she had never even considered to call the Centre. There would be dozens of doctors in Renewal Wing, and Jarod would get best treatment. But still he lay there, in her mothers studio, where she had made a bed ready for Jarod.
The little voice in her head told her to protect him, when normally it was her job to bring him back. And she had followed the voice without objecting. She wondered if Jarod heard voices as well, cause he always was so determined. Jarod never doubted his abilities or his deeds. If he did, he was concealing it very well.
She pushed these thoughts away and went upstairs again. Jarod lay there unchanged. She had undressed him almost completely. First she had considered to take off his underwear as well, but then decided against.
It was pretty disturbing to see Jarod naked. Before this she never wasted another thought about the man Jarod. He was her nemesis, her pain in the neck. Being able to look at him without him looking back displaying one of his mock grins had a devastating effect on her perception. Jarod definitely was a man a woman could dream of. Thinking about it she found a lot of similarities between Jarod and Tommy. Tommy she had loved – so what about Jarod?
She scolded herself for daydreaming while Jarod was still bleeding. Carefully she loosened the soaked bandages. Fibers of cloth were still in the wound. She would have to clean it first. Otherwise it was likely that he would get fever. He maybe would anyway, but Parker didn't know what to do in case the wounds got worse.
She took pincers and tried to get all the fibers out of Jarods skin. Thankfully the bleeding already had the effect of washing most of them out. She took Iodine and poured some into the wound. Jarod moaned quietly.
Parker looked for a way to bandage both wounds. Jarod lay on his back and she woulnd't be able to hold him in a sitting position. Finally she somehow managed to get the bandages tight around Jarods torso. Exhausted she sat back and watched her work.
Now she only had to remove the trails of blood he had left in the corridor. She left him alone for the moment and went downstairs. Tidying up took her more than two hours.
When she was finally done she checked on Jarod again, finding that he had light fever. She fetched a bowl of ice water and washed his forehead and upper body to cool him down. Then she lied down next to Jarods bed and fell asleep instantly.