Shilo jumped back as her patient awoke startled and angry, thrashing and gripping at the sheet that covered his semi nude body. All he could see was the faint outline of someone pacing next to him, the lights dimmed so that it hurt his eyes, and along with the dull throbbing of his torso he wanted to lash out and run as fast as he could and not stop until he was as far away from the hellish town he didn't own anymore.
"Stop it Gabriel! You need to rest," he heard but they seemed so far away. The words stinging him as he felt a hand guiding his head back to the soft pillow, his messy dreds shaping his face as if in a halo of mismatched colors. He was not used to being comforted but his mind was telling his body to listen to the words and he soon passed out, the pain medication doing its job and soon he was motionless but breathing steady.
Shilo kept her hand placed on his arm until he slipped fully into a deep sleep. She let out a sigh of relief and slowly stood, looking at his shoulder. It was a great ordeal calming down long enough to remember how to stop heavy bleeding. Her father had taught her well in some aspects. A bloodstained washrag sat half in red water and a small round bullet rested in the center of the bowl. She damned her small size and felt a knot in her back from helping him up the stairs and to his room. After two hours of carefully undressing and finding the bullet, keeping him calm and dressing the wound, she finally could sit back and attempt to relax her mind.
The questions could wait until he could form coherent sentences, at that moment all she cared about was seeing that he lived. She glanced over at the window, the light barely sneaking in yet still indicating it was well past sunrise. Her own body ached and all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and sleep herself.
Suddenly, she felt her face get hot and the threat of tears began to overwhelm her. Shilo tucked her legs under her chair and bowed her head, her hair covering her face as she lost that battle. In a moment of weakness she climbed into the bed next to the poor Graverobber and curled up next to him, her tiny fingers finding his limp hand and she threaded those fingers into his, an act that shocked her and made her shiver at the same time. Soon, she was breathing deep and her eyes closed with an exhaustion she knew only she could feel.
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Pavi Largo was happy as he fell back from his darling sister. They were tangled up in a dark red comforter and Amber was laughing. She pushed at his cheek and he stuck his tongue out at her which she promptly snatched with her painted fingers.
"Sticking your tongue out like a dog, silly brother, will get it take off. What have I told you?" She cooed at him while he smiled and took her wrist in a tight grip.
"Why not-a teach the puppy a lesson, my Sweet? Why don't you ask-a him if he has learned anything, hmm?" Pavi growled and tossed his hair over his shoulder while Amber released his tongue and shuffled to the edge of the bed. She smirked as she lifted a chain and pulled harshly. From the corner of the room, Luigi was forced to his hands and knees.
"Dear puppy, did you enjoy watching your baby brother make me arch the way you never could? You could learn a thing or two from him,"
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Shilo woke up to a body pressing up against hers, her thighs slightly parted and the smell of blood and sweat was all around the room. She snapped her eyes open and was face to face with Graverobber, his eyes shining at her like a feral cat and his hands were pressing her arms to her side.
She could feel him through the sheet, which she was now under and she let out a moan, the voice not sounding like her own. For a moment he eased up, as if he was going to get up and leave her, a scared look upon his face. Before he could, she brought her face up to his and their lips met, wet and awfully hot and absolutely nothing she had ever felt before. The kiss lasted for minutes and she felt her hands moving up to his hips, then to his back, and when she could find it in her to pull away from his lips, her hands groped his chest. What she felt next was a cold emptiness as she noticed no wound, no blood, no bandages. When she looked back at his face there was none, only a pitch black swirl that wanted to envelop her.
She screamed, and then she found herself in a dark room, well past sundown with her Gabriel next to her, unmoved and unaware of her presence. She thought it would be best if she retired in her own bedroom, her body still warm and confused.