forum A Sort-of Lion, A few Witches, A Not-Quite Closet(malfunction). Stalkers wanted.

Started April 04, 2018 by @Ca1iCa1--Is--Tired

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"Are you hurt anywhere bad? Anything bleeding out?" Sam asked quietly. He moved his cracked hand in his pocket, wincing at the pain of it touching anything

Lucy tried to remember what happened and where she was hit. “There was a vase, and I think that’s what I was hit with.. It cut up the back of my neck, and my head too, maybe..” she said slowly to try and keep the stutter from her words. She noticed his energy shift to slight pain, and a drowsy frown formed.

"I'll be right back." Sam walked off to the bathroom, finding bandages in the bathroom. He returned, trying to keep his hand out of sight. "I'll bandage your head. Bear with me a moment." Gently, he moved her head up, wrapping the bandages over a couple patches of gauze he put under her head

Lata had taken another short nap. Waking up again, she felt a great relief from the pain in her head and the dizziness was mostly gone. Standing up, she walked out into the other room.
"Hey- Ohhhhhhhh my god what the hell happened?!"

"Shh!" Sam hissed, finishing wrapping Lucy's head

Lucy winced and stayed as still as she could as he worked. She exhaled sharply once he was done, relaxing again. She glanced at Lata, forcing a meek smile. “I went back to the cabin, orphanage people were there and they weren’t happy,” she said softly.

"Shut up. Go to sleep," Sam grumbled

Mentally, Lata began panicking. Sam seemed to have things under control, but she worried for Lucy. She was such a kind person. Speaking of kind…
"Sam…? Are you sick as well or something? You're being nice."

(oh my god lol) Sam stomped angrily past her, resolving not to say anything

(Hahaha)

Lucy rested one of her hands under her head and let her eyes shut, exhaling softly. She smiled at what Lata had said. “He must be,” she murmured as she began to drift off.

"Aaaaand back to normal," she mumbled under her breath. She moved to sit beside Lucy. Lata frowned and guilt began to eat away at her thoughts.

"I'm not sick!" Sam growled from the kitchen, angrily trying to remember where he left the food he planned on making

You sure? she thought about asking, but decided not to pester him any longer. She stared at Lucy in her several bandages as she slept. Everyone was getting hurt it seemed.

(This is too funny lmao)

Lucy relaxed, her hands no longer tensely gripping the blanket as she slept.