by Danny Tue Dec 21, 2010 8:23 pm
"Glad your okay," I joke to Faith. "Kyle?" I ask... there was no answer. "Kyle... you okay buddy?" There was no answer, but I heard him gasping, breathing irregularly. I turn around and look inside. Kyle was there, clutching his right torso, under his arm. My eyes open wide and I get into the back seat. His shirt was stained red, almost completely so. Where he was holding his chest, it was almost black. I rip open his shirt and toss it aside, trying to be fast, but careful. I could hear his heart beating fast, trying to stay alive, but it was pumping blood out fast. His breathing was getting more erratic. "Kyle, just calm down, focus on your breathing," I try to tell him, but there wasn't much point in that.
I push him gently onto his back, and turn him on his left side, so his wound was facing up. "It's going to hurt, so just try and breath."
"D-D-Da-Dann--ny," he stutters. He tries to say more, but it doesn't come out right. I put my fingers by his wound, and he screams, veins popping out on his neck. I rip the rest of my shirt, and wrap it around his torso. He tries not to scream, but it doesn't work much. "Don't worry Ky, your good."
Almost instantly, the shirt is covered red. I just hope his werewolf blood would help him.