Herobrine
We were all relieved when she fell back asleep, and Jack could finish stitching. "I'm not sure what to do with the leg. All we could do is cast it." He began to unroll cotton and beige tape from their spools. He then slowly unwrapped my shirt from her leg.
We all winced at the sight, it was bloody and scorched, everything either black, swelling, or bleeding. E.J. slowly put the cotton around her leg, completely isolating it. He then put the tape around it. "I don't have any actual cast material." He dug through his kit. "I could use this.." He pulled out thicker and wider tape, and then wrapped that around the other layers. "T-That should work for now."
-Later .w.-
"Nix, you should lay down." I pointed over to the couch. "No. I'm fine." She hopped around on a foot, keeping the covered one in the air. "Nix, really.." "Nu." She crossed her arms and pretended to pout. "You've lost a lot of blood and you really should.." "I'm fiiine.." She yawned. "Nix.." She sighed. "I'm fine." I crossed my arms. "Fine then." We kind of just stood there for a few minutes, unsure of what to do. "At least sit down?" "God damn it." She hopped over to the couch. "There." I sat next to her. "So.." I looked at my feet. I really should ask her what happened, if she saw or heard anything, but I'm not sure if she'd be comfortable. "You can ask me stuff." She too was looking down. "If you need to know anything." I nodded, and there was silence for a few moments.
"Did you hear anything in specific?" She hesitated, then slowly shook her head no. "There was a gruff voice, commanding the Rake. That was it." Silence. "What'd it say?" She winced. "Make it slow, let her feel it." Again, silence. "I had wanted to die. I was beckoning death, mentally pleading for it. I couldn't stand the pain." That took me a bit. Nix, who just sat through stitches and a knee placement.. "M-Maybe.. I was probably overreacting, over thinking." I remained silent, not daring to ask anything else.
"God damn it!"I slammed on the keyboard. Nix had beaten me in 1v1. Again.
She weakly giggled. "Oh so you think it's funny?" She bit her lip. "OH I SEE. FINE THEN." I pulled out a stick. '/powertool smite'
"What the hell! No!" I had smitten her. Repentantly. To death. "No faair.." She whined. "Fine then. We can do something else." I closed the laptop I was using. "I'll race you upstairs!" "You're on-hey.." I stuck my tongue out at her. "Dummy." She crossed her arms. "Oh, what was that?" "Dummy." I picked her up from the couch, throwing her over my shoulder. "No! What the heck!" She thrashed as best as she could, though I could tell she was trying not to hit my face. "Put me down!" "Nu." "Put me down..!" I took her upstairs, purposely going as slow as possible. "Stahp it! Let goooo!" She cried. "Fine." I kicked open my door and threw her on the bed. She gave me an upset look. "Dummy." She repeated. I pushed her over. "No. You're a dummy." "You are." "Nooo.." I threw a pillow at her. "You are!" She pushed it off her head. "You attacked a cripple!" She pretended to gasp. "Herobrine the.." she again yawned, this time longer. "The dumb cripple attacker.." She was out.