Only The Strongest Survive
Wolf did not know how long she lay just outside the gas station. All she knew is that she wanted to be home. If she were dying she'd rather be with those she knew and loved rather than dying alone out here and being picked apart by scavangers. Groaning in pain she dragged herself towards her bike. She had to see if she could at least get on somehow and make it home. Then, if she survived in one piece she'd go from there. Dragging herself to her feet made the wound start bleeding again and she ground her teeth against the firey pain that shot through her. She nearly stumbled several times but her stubbornness made her push herself. She sat half ass on the seat and managed to start her moped. Putting her legs upon the pedals was painful and difficult. She started to go.
As she managed to drive to her family's home she fell off the bike near the driveway. Her vision blurred and all she wanted to do was sleep. At least she was home. Now if anyone came out that was the next thing. No one was expecting her until later and no one really came out of the farm unless they had to. As she drifted off to "permanent sleep" she felt someone big and strong gather her in their arms and carry her effortlessly out of the heat. She peeped open one eye and saw it was Bubba/Leatherface who was carrying her as gently as he could to the shed. 'Why the shed?' she thought to herself. Then remembered. This was where Bubba did all of the killing. Maybe he knew she was dying and was going to do a 'mercy kill.' Bubba gently lay the girl down and pulled up her shirt to examine how bad the wound was. Bubba had dealt with gunshot wounds before and he treated them fairly easily depending where they were. But this one was different. It was in her side. And to get the bullet out he had to cut her to reach it. He gave the weakened Wolf something to bite down on and she bit down as best she could already knowing that this was going to hurt. He sliced into her and she groaned. Not even having the strength to yell out. He removed the bullet and sutured the wound as best he could. If she survived she'd have a scar and not be able to walk as well as she used to possibly.
He looked down at Wolf and found she was laying still. He nudged her gently to see if she would respond. Nothing. A poke in the belly would get her to giggling no matter what her situation he knew, so he gave her a slight poke. Nothing. Bubba whimpered. What if Wolf was dead? What if the family thought he killed her? Not on purpose…it would be an accident but still. Frankie would be upset and maight try and kill him. Oh, he knew of Frankie's temper. That woman was downright nasty if she was riled. In fact, if giventhe choice of dying by Leatherface's hand or Frankie's the wise choice would be Leatherface. His kills were quick. Not painless all the time being as he was "slower" but they were quick. Frankie could make the person last a month or more.
He sat by a still Wolf trying to hide his tears. His family would have to know. He was already feeling bad for Frankie. Frankie had raised Wolf as her own and would probably hate Bubba forever. Bubba would be a bad boy. And bad boys deserved to be punished. It wasn't long before his family came out and seen what he attempted to do. Frankie ran to Wolf trying to gently rouse the wounded girl. No response. Tears welled in Frankie's eyes and she clenched her fists tightly. Bubba figured he should leave. If he approached Frankie now then she may very well kill him. Frankie wiped the tears from her eyes angrily while her family kept a safe distance. She knew Bubba was trying to help and yet she was infuriated that he did not come and get them or at least save her baby girl.
"Frankie"- Nubbins had started to say. Frankie whirled on the lanky man. "Don't fuckin' touch me!" she hissed. Nubbins wisely removed his hand. Even Hoytt kept his distance. 'she lost a child.' He thought to himself sadly. Frankie grabbed a chair and plopped down gently holding Wolf's hand. She was still crying silently. Her anger and immediate hatred for Bubba disappeared when she saw that Bubba was sniffling as well but keeping a distance. Hoytt saw the pain Frankie was in and went to lay in on Bubba. "Don't fuckin' touch him Hoytt!" she growled. Hoytt opened his mouth to respond but closed it with a snap when he saw Luda Mae glare at him. He followed the woman outside.
"Leave her be. She just lost her child. Bubba feels bad enough as it is and you don't need to go after him none. If Frankie wanted to hurt our Bubba she would have done so right away. She's hurting Hoytt. She's forgiven Bubba already on account she told you not to touch him." Luda Mae reasoned. Hoytt sighed. He understood the reasoning behind it.
Meanwhile
Frankie sat in the chair holding her daughter's hand. She was still hurting but her anger towards Bubba and Nubbin's was gone and replaced by sympathy towards them. Nubbins was trying to console her and he never consoled anybody…being content to make fun of them. Bubba was like a big kid in his own right and he was feeling loss too. She was just about to remove her hand from her daughter's when she felt a slight squeeze….. "Wolf?" she startled. Clearly surprised.