JENNIFER LYNN ALVAREZ'S
he leaned on a tree, hoping that she wouldn’t be able to see that he’d been crying
she finished putting on the moss and worked on bandaging the wounds.
He held in a scream, he didn't want Amaya to feel bad, she was just cleanign his wounds, it wasn't her fault
She winced slightly, finishing cleaning the wounds, and worked on putting moss on it so the bleeding will be staunched."
He let out a muffled groan, the pain growing to be agonizing
She worked on cleaning his wounds.
He nodded slightly
She knelt down and carefully removed his shirt, then filled the cloth with the alcohol,
"Tjis is going to hurt, " she murmured softly.
He didn't respond, in too much pain to talk or move
"I'm going to have to um- take of your shirt , so I can uh, clean your wounds and bandage them," she said flustered.
He had his hand pressed against the deep scratches on his chest.
She climbed up the tree quickly, grabbed a bunch of moss, a cloth, alcohol, and bandages, and immediately back down the tree.
He weakly nodded
She laid him back down once they reached the base of t he tre that lead up to her house,
"I'm going to grab some things to help your wound" she murmured.
He bit his lip to keep from screaming from the pain
She did her best to pick/drag him back to her place.
He nodded, his eyes closing.
"Its dead" she said looking at his wound and thinking if what she would need.
"Yes, its me," she murmured, brushing hair the hair out of his eyes.
He looked around, "A-A-Amaya?" he whispered, unsure who was there