He cupped her chin. "You're strong. you'll be fine." He said gently. He bent his and kissed her again. Softer, longer than last time.He pulled back and handed her his belt. He started to stitch up her arm

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Wendi's throat felt dry. She let out a small whimper before realizing she couldn't say anything more.

Elizabeth was too flustered to feel the first stitch, she was distracted. But after realizing what was going on, she started whimpering.

He finished as quickly as he could. The stitches were jagged and uneven, but they were well enough. He wiped away any stray blood then wrapped her arm again.

“Thanks.” Elizabeth said, still wincing slightly.

Wendi wanted to speak, or scream, or doing anything to get anyone's attention. She just couldn't so she laid there.

He nodded and cleaned the needle he had used. He gave it back to its owner. "Are you well enough to walk?"

“Yeah.” Elizabeth nodded, she lifted herself up. She noticed the new comer was laying on the ground.

Wendi thought someone had noticed her, but she still couldn't move or speak.

He cupped her cheeks gently, his thumbs caressing her. "Be more careful the next time we run into monster." He murmured. He pulled away and went to the side of the new girl. He felt awkward, more so that he was surrounded by people who were watching him. They made him feel uncomfortable.

Wendi looked at the boy now near her, she painstakingly waved at him before gasping because of the pain.