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A shower.

Something so simple yet for some so hard. A shower for Slaine was like hell, the marks of his torturing from back then remained ignited.

He felt the warm water dripping upon his skin, he embraced the pain en followed the blood with his eyes. Gritting his teeth's as a shot of pain flows through his body. Steam blocking his sight and water entering his mouth.

He sighed, his head banging down, his eyes closed and he let the pain just go past him, he was used to this after all. How couldn't he? Not only physical pain, but his mental damage was far worse. His heart inched every time he thought about her. And that was a lot!

He opened his eyes again and turned the knob of the shower, he then stepped out of his small shower and picked up a towel. It was chilly weather so the frisson's of the freezing cold shivered instantly over his body.

Slaine was quite poor, he couldn't find a good job here on earth, since most thought of him a traitor. Although at Vers they thought the same thing about him, so he settled his life here on earth, dealing with being looked down on!

Slaine couldn't effort to pay much bills, since his salary wasn't high enough, he didn't have a heating because of that, not even in this freezing winter cold. Fortunately he had a fireplace and a forest beside his house. It was just enough for him to not freeze to death. Besides it made his house a bit more cozy.

He lived on the outskirts of the city, in a secluded wooden cottage, it was very small, with one bedroom, in it just a single bed. A kitchen and living-room together on five square meters with in it an large old broken sofa, a fireplace and a huge bookcase, a small sink and a small refrigerator, and he had a small bathroom with a toilet and a shower. His garden against it was a huge forest.

The whole house had just one window, with wooden slats. Those ensure that only a little bit of light was allowed inside. Despite that Slaine also recognized the beautiful things about the cottage. The slats made beautiful orange stripes in the mornings which illuminated the house. His huge bookcase with books that were already there when he arrived, made sure that he was never bored and even got to know some things.

Slaine had by now dressed up in his big old sweater, and pants and went back to the kitchen. He was just back from his work in the city and the low sun was already shining on its most beautiful of the whole day. He decided to eat something, it was getting late anyways.

But when he was about to grab some food out of his refrigerator, he heard shotguns nearby. He hadn't heard it in a while, but the war wasn't ended yet. He covered his ears, shivering and sinking down to the ground. He hated this sound, the sound of death. The shivering started to worsen.

His breathing became more irregular. Pictures from that hell a couple of months flashed back into his mind. "AAAAAAH!" He shook his head, trying to get those images out of his mind, but before he knew it, he saw his tears already flowing down.

"Princess..." He whispered and sobbed. He took a deep breath and retook his calm. The shots were now gone and he slowly got up from the floor, but before he could take a step someone knocked on the door. Fear took his body over instantly and he turned to the door.

"HELP US!" He heard a bit familiar voice yelling from behind the door. Looking closer to the door he saw blood dripping inside. Slaine didn't doubted a moment, his body reacted on the scream of help as if he wasn't in danger or anything. A familiar voice which he somehow trusted leaded him to the door, he opened it curious, seeing two persons in front of him.

A guy from his age, with white hair and red eyes, he held a girl with brown hair. The girl was unconscious hanging in the guys hands, however the guy himself was close to fainting as well. The guy looked Slaine straight in the eyes, he was shocked but was clearly doubting.

Slaine himself was just frozen on the spot, seeing two people on the edge of dying in front of him, was something he hoped never happened again.

Then the guy finally said something, his face inched in pain, and his eyes almost closed, just before he fell to the ground he whispered. "H-H-Help us, p-pleas...e."

Slaine stood there with wide eyes, as silence filled the air, blood of the two gathered around his feet's. But this wasn't the time for staring, he stepped out of his shock and lifted both one for one. He brought the girl to his room and lay her down in his bed, as he lay the guy down on the couch. He then immediately locked the door and looked through the slats if there was anyone suspicious in sight. Luck there wasn't anyone.

He hurried over to the guy next to him and looked at his wounds, it looked like he had been fighting, and he was shot once. He grabbed a first aid box and tried to take care of the wound. However, he wasn't a doctor, how the hell was he supposed to help this guy. Then he remember, there was a book about bullet wounds, he surged for the book and read it with fast speed, his sweat was dripping down knowing the guy's life was hanging on this.

He already checked the girl for any shot wounds, but luckily she just fainted.

First step: Apply direct pressure to control bleeding, understand that it may be difficult to control chest bleeding because the ribs make it difficult to compress the structures that are bleeding. Gunshots to the chest can cause what is known as a "sucking chest wound." These happen when air travels in and out of the wound with each breath. Treat these as follows: Seal wound with hand or airtight material and apply an airtight bandage on three sides of the wound... etc.

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Hours passed, but then Slaine finally managed to make to bleeding stop and cover up the wound. He looked at the ashen face of the boy and checked for the last time his heart rate and breathing, everything seemed to be good, he looked for other injuries, and except for the wound on his head that he had already taken care of, there was nothing wrong.

He stood up wiping the amount of sweat from his face. He took a deep breathe in and then let it all out to remain his calm again. He diced to check in the girl again. He stopped at her bed, but before he went to check on her injuries he stared at her faces. Her eyes were painfully closed, and her short brown hair sticked to her face because of all the sweat.

He couldn't help it, but those two looked so familiar, especially the girl. He just couldn't find out who she resembled.

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