03-24-2011, 04:25 AM
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By Manda [/html]
WC:222
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She worked diligently, listening to him, knowing she was causing him a little more pain, but she reminded herself that this pain would ultimately heal him so he had none left. whoever caused these would want him to be in pain. In immense pain. Her mother was being oddly quiet, which scared Amata a little she hoped that she would accept him as a member, that was, if he didn’t run off the second she patched him up. “Sometimes just trying is all that’s needed to help a poor soul.”
Amata said as she started stitching up his side. He was being so brave, she knew she would be writhing if it was her, then again she didn’t think she would be conscious after an attack like that. She felt bad that the guinea pid died, but he did try to save it. It wasn’t as though he turned his back on the poor thing.
“Did you just come here to get a patch up job then?”
Amata asked, swallowing hard. She had to ask this question. She liked the man, but if he were to leave there was no use getting an attached friendship to him, she’d probably never see him again. She kept her eyes on her project nearing its own completion.