(A/N - Hey guys, first off - sorry if any of the swearing in the last chapter made anyone feel uncomfortable ((this story is now rated M)) Second, thank you all for your reviews, they've been great to read ~ I know the gap between the last chapter and this one has been long, but I hope you like this little snippet. I'm trying to write more regularly, but currently have writers block for this story.)
Chapter 27: Broken
(Burns POV)
The blood had managed to run down the length of my forearm and was now dripping slowly from my elbow. I was glad that the warehouse had no mirrors so I didn't have to look at what was left of my face. But that means I won't know if it'll need stitches.
Oh who am I kidding? It's obviously going to need stitches. And better care than a dumb teenager with a basic first aid kit can provide.
I stumbled across the wide room, dragging my feet across the floor untill I stumbled on one of the old yoga mats. The lanterns I had placed around the 'sleeping area' were all dimmed...I don't remember doing that...
A fresh wave of pain pulsed across my face, making me lose my train of thought instantly. I took a few short breaths to try to control the pain, but it did little to help, I just sound like i'm in labour.
I chuckled slightly...but that just increased the pain andthe thick blood oozing from my cheek. Everything in me was telling me to cry out in pain, but moving my jaw just hurt me more.
I had kept a basic first aid kit next to where Wanda was laying...Wanda... One of the only thoughts that made it past the screaming in my head from the pain was Wanda.
Picturing her face, pained and distraught as she lay there on the floor outside, I just wanted to explain it to her. I wanted the help her...how could she not see I was doing everything I could to help her get better? Help her live a better life...with me...
I stroked the sheet that had once covered Wanda's small body...as it ruffled, the sweet smell of her hair wafted up to meet my face...I miss her. She must be out there all alone.
I need to get better for her. I'll find her again, I'll bring her back, make her comfortable...warm...better.
With a new plan formed in my mind I wiped an antiseptic cloth across my face, ignoring the pain I thought only of Wanda's face...those beautiful eyes and blonde curls bouncing around her slim, delecate shoulders...
After I had found some suture-strips and the bleeding finally stopped, I moved to clean up...get everything organized and back into my car...but I'd leave a blanket out for when I go looking for Wanda...she can't have gotten far.