What do you ppl think so far? This chappie is a little…gruesome, v. descriptive.
Erik approached the small figure of a woman lying in the middle of his living room, her small frame covered in blood. He was unable to tell if she was pretty since her face was marred by welts, bruises and more blood. Although it was completely inappropriate for him, he lifted up her skirt and inspected her leg, which had appeared broken.
He was right. The bone jutted out fiercely from the torn skin, blood gushing from the wound. Erik grimaced at the sight, his stomach churning.
"My God, what has happened to you?" Erik muttered, picking up her body gingerly and carrying her to his room, figuring that there was no other place to put her.
He noticed that a great deal of blood had surged from a large gouge in her left shoulder. He decided that he should probably inspect the wound, but he wasn't sure how to go about it without making himself, and probably the woman, feel very uncomfortable.
Finally he decided that her health was more important than her dignity so, with great care, and his face turning a lovely shade of scarlet, he gingerly pulled off the sleeve. He suddenly realized that the wound was deeper and located farther towards the left side of her chest, causing him to blush all the more deeply, knowing that he had to take off more of her blouse to be able to treat it.
Though it was scandalously unsuitable for a gentleman (even though Erik wasn't exactly known for being such a gentleman…after all, he took women to his underground lair and hung stagehands…not really gentleman material), Erik ended up having to bare all of her shoulder.
Erik also realized, to top it all off, that he was probably going to have to remove the young woman's corset, since it was squeezing her so much, causing more blood to spurt out of the wound and not allowing her much room to breathe. So with even more care he completely removed the blouse. Unfortunately him viewing her in her corset did not leave much for the imagination, but luckily she had a chemise on underneath the tight, constricting garment.
He become conscious of the fact that the gash was made by a small ball of metal embedded in her shoulder. She had been shot!
Knowing that he had to surgically remove the projectile, he went in search of a knife. This caused a bit of a problem since Erik's normal weapon of choice was a Punjab Lasso, so he was kind of short on knives. Finally he found one which he had confiscated from the back pocket of one of those pesky stage hands that he had hanged a while back.
He rushed back to the girl, blushing again at her bare shoulders, and tried to figure out how he was going to do this. He smoothly inserted the tip of the knife into the wound, noticing that the girl winced a bit. He dug deeper to find the pellet. Finally he located it and began to pry it out.
Suddenly the girl came to, probably on account of the worsening of the aggravating throb in her arm. She gasped and tried to sit up, only to have a man, who was very red in the face (out of embarrassment, no doubt) grab her gently by the shoulders and push her back down. She stared up at him with wide hazel eyes. Erik felt her gradually weaken once again, and soon she went limp in his arms.
He finished pulling out the bullet and, not knowing what else to do with it, flicked it into the lake, satisfied when he heard the plop as it landed in the water.
Erik noticed a new development. Apparently his playing doctor wasn't quite over yet. Her left shoulder, the one that had had the bullet in it, was also out of place, probably knocked that way as a result of the impact of being shot.
His face contorted (more than it already was at this girl's broken body and the fact that he was already disfigured, making his face rather contorted to begin with) at the thought of having to remedy such a horrible predicament.
"She'd better be pretty after all this," he grumbled to himself. Just his luck he'd fix her all up and she'd be ugly.
He grasped her delicate arm and with a heavy groan he yanked on it with all his might, the reverberation being a loud pop, accompanied by a crunch and eventually, as he had expected, a scream.
What he hadn't expected or prepared for was a whack in the nose from the arm he'd just set. The girl, suddenly brought from unconsciousness, had punched him roughly in the nose, as a result of a reflex and immediate pain. This time it was Erik's nose that made a painful cracking sound. With a look of supreme surprise etched on the half of his face that was visible, he clutched his nose and glared darkly at the girl.
"What, might I ask, was that for?" he demanded, noticing that his nose was now bleeding. This was almost too much blood to handle.
The girl, obviously having a high pain tolerance, sat up, cringing once she noticed the pulsing hurt that surged through the left side of her chest and all the way down her left arm.
She gingerly touched the spot on her shoulder and suddenly she realized something was a might off. She started to pat herself down and her eyes widened, a look of shock engraved on her face when she realized that not only her blouse, but her corset was gone.
"What exactly were you trying to do?" she inquired hotly.
Erik got a bit angered by this comment. "What I was trying to do was save your life!" he exclaimed in reply.
"Likely story!" The girl returned his glower with an even fiercer look.
Erik wasn't quite sure what to do with this young woman who had interrupted his quiet evening (and he doesn't have very many of those) by dropping (literally) into his underground lair. She was much blunter, and quite frankly more forward, than other girl he had met. Christine had never been like this. He was used to girls swooning at him, not punching him.
"Well," she said after the rather awkward silence where this strange man had just stared at her. "I hate to leave, but…"
She promptly swung her legs over the edge of the bed and tried to stand up, only to suddenly comprehend that fact that her legs would not support her. A look of shock passed over her face before she collapsed in a heap on the ground.
"Your leg is broken," said Erik, looking down at her crumbled little body on his bedroom floor. "We'll have to set that."
Lol. This is funny R&R