|
|
Post by Agoraphobia on May 20, 2005 0:36:37 GMT -5
Ashlyn pushed through the large door with the hopes of a quiet night in a quiet booth with quiet thoughts and a mug full of butterbeer. However, stepping into the small bar proved to be the exact opposite. The first thing she noticed immediately after walking into the bar was Bradley breathing heavily near the door. "Bradley? Are you alr--", but the words died in her throat as she surveyed the rest of the room. The worst bit was a boy about her age (whom she didn't recognize), lying on the floor in the middle of the room with blood surrouding him in horrifically large pools. Ashlyn panicked, quickly forgetting about Bradley and running towards this unfortunate boy. "Oh my god... what on earth happened?" she asked frantically, dropping to her knees and lifting the boys head off the ground. He was bleeding horriby on the side of his face, so she quickly removed her school robe and wrapped it around the bleeding wound. "Who did this?" she asked, glaring up at Bradley.
|
|
|
|
Post by dairywizard on May 20, 2005 0:48:02 GMT -5
"Isn't it obvious?" Darius said quietly, opening one bleary eye. "He did. Please, I need help. I'm Darius." He felt the warmth of the robes, saturated with the hot blood, securing his wound. "I'm going to pass out...and die! Help!" Darius felt his skin grow waxy and lifeless, and his brain begin to faulter. He raised his wand to his head. "Ferula" he muttered, wrapping the robes to his head with cotton bandages. Then he rested with his eyes closed after the taxing movements.
|
|
|
|
Post by Agoraphobia on May 20, 2005 12:24:28 GMT -5
Ashlyn continued to glare at Bradley. "What were you thinking?" she yelled out. "He could have died!" She glanced back down at Darius. "Okay... I think we need to get you help. These bandages won't hold enough of the blood in, I don't think. I'm Ashlyn, by the way," she said.
|
|
|
|
Post by sublime on May 20, 2005 12:36:21 GMT -5
Bradley coughed and massaged his neck, which had deep bruised indentations. He gasped for breath and managed to say "Sorry!" Braldey them bent over and vomited more blood. He wiped his bloody mouth. "Yeah... *gasp*... we should help him."
|
|
|
|
Post by Agoraphobia on May 20, 2005 12:40:42 GMT -5
Her expression softened as she saw Bradley's state. "Oh, Bradley, I'm sorry... I just... look at him!" she said, motioning to Darius. "OK, come over here and help me pick him up. Me need to get him to Madame Pomfrey." She tried to gently move Darius, to see if the movement hurt him. "Are you alright? Do you think it'll hurt if we lift you up?" she asked Darius gently.
|
|
|
|
Post by sublime on May 20, 2005 17:36:27 GMT -5
Bradley had now fully pulled himself up and wincing walked over to Ashlyn. Look at us! How did we get into this mess?! "Ok Darius if you can put your arm over my shoulder we'll help you to the hospital wing.
|
|
|
|
Post by dairywizard on May 20, 2005 22:20:46 GMT -5
Darius lifted an arm and pulled himself to a sitting position with the help of Ashlyn's shoulder. His head spun wildly. A thin line of blood had escaped from his makenuts turban, and was running down his cheek. "I need blood..." he cried. He then threw one arm over each of their backs, and prepared himself to stand with their aid.
|
|
|
|
Post by dairywizard on May 20, 2005 22:24:49 GMT -5
ooc: I meant to write "makeshift", not "makenuts", but I thought that "makenuts" was so funny I should just keep it there. har har!
|
|
|
|
Post by sublime on May 22, 2005 0:24:24 GMT -5
"Watch your arm, your pressing on my buises." the Bruises Darius had made only minutes earlier. Braldey then helped Darius back to the castle and it to the Hospital Wing.
|
|
|
|
Post by sublime on May 22, 2005 0:24:54 GMT -5
((ooc: Meet in the Hospital Wing))
|
|
