I took the girl to the room my father used to practice on his patients. I laid her on the bed, my eyes full of worry as I studied her. It wasn't deep, no. None of the cuts were too deep, but I could see the fright on her face. "It's okay," I told her softly, taking her hand. I could feel her trembling. "What did you bring into my house?" My father moaned, running a hand over his head. "Is this a Rebel? Only Rebels get hurt like this..." I shot the man a look. "She was jumped. Just help her." My father, sighing, went to work. He cleaned her cuts and rubbed on a salve that would take the sting from her wounds as well as quicken the healing process. In the morning there would be no physical evidence besides her blood on her clothes and small, lingering scars.
I pulled off my gloves, stuffing them in my bag. My eyes went from the scrapes on his arms he seemed to pay no mind to the board a few feet from us. "Wow," I breathed, airy. I didn't mean to sound so much like I was in a dream, but could you imagine? Almost like flying... I looked over my shoulder, quickly finding my mother. In a moment she would realize that I was gone. I finally looked back at the boy, taking in his features. Was it he or the fall that caused them to stop slithering in my skull? "Will you take me for a ride?"
Okay~! ♥ School is pretty much the same for me. :( Except for I'm very behind on homework... and it's only the third or fourth week in. I suck at doing my homework and getting it turned in on time. - -
I stiffened a little as he told me it was okay in a rush before pulling out a knife, which, admittedly, made me flinch a little. When he cut the bindings, I relaxed on a little before stiffening again as he scooped me up and told me where he was going to take me. The part about his father being a doctor was a little comforting, though, honestly. When he carried me out of the alleyway and down the street to a driveway, I held onto him tighter and closed my eyes, letting him carry me into a house, the sound of a second pair of footfalls sounding alongside his after a little more walking. I was still shaking like a leaf.
When I caught sight of her ripped gloves, I bit my lip then opened my mouth to apologize again. That is, until she spoke, stating she was wonderful and then asking if riding my hoverboard was fun. "Oh. Uhm." I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly as I straightened up a little and then pulled my board closer to my side. "Yeah, I guess you could say that it's fun... not many people like to board, though. Most think it's too dangerous." I shrugged, looking up at her and studying her for a moment. What was a pristine girl like herself doing out here with all the riff raff?