Yang was confused. Wasn’t she some sort of prisoner?— slave, whatever. Either way this was weird, she just kind of lazily threw her to the side like she was trash. She didn’t like this thought. Her ears folded back.
Yang continued to remain standing, mulling over her own thoughts as she stared at the ground. Everything about this was messed up and made her want to scream. She’d do it to but that would just probably get her hit and yelled at.
Yang shivered and forced that thought out of her mind and began to focus on other things. She tried to think of something happy but nothing came to mind. Everything sucked and she hated this.
One of the perks—if you could call it that— to living a life as a illegal slave hunter was an immense knowledge of first aid. Alex had spent a lifetime patching up both herself and potential slaves and it had left her with a near-perfect skill for tending to any type of injury.
At least those that didn’t require intensive surgery.
She grabbed the medkit and ambled back into the main room, rolling her eyes when she saw the dragon still standing right where she had left her.
"Hey. Sit down." She shoved at the girl’s shoulder as she passed, setting the kit down upon a nearby table. "I can’t fix your leg while you’re standing. Hurry it up, or I’ll just leave it to rot." Digging through the massive box—Alex loved to keep it well stocked— she pulled out all sorts of bandages and bottles, occasionally glancing backwards at the dragon to better assess what she would need.
Yang heard the clacking of boots on the concrete ground coming towards her. She instantly stiffened as they became louder and louder. "Hey. Sit down." The hunter practically spat at her as she shoved her towards the warn couch.
Not wanting to face the wrath of the girl she did as she was told, limping the rest of the way to the rough looking couch. It wasn’t comfortable, not in the slightest. The cushions felt like they where made of bricks and was covered in rough sand paper like fabric. Though assuming the type of life the girl lived she assumed that no one spent very much time in this room.
Yang stared at the medical kit, watching calloused hands work their way through the contents within it, pulling out supplies that she would use to fix up the dragon’s leg. Ears staid folded back against her skull, keeping her eyes trained on the white, metal box, unable to make eye contact simply out of fear.
Yin blinked at the message from her twin, “Damn.” She hissed, immediately dialing her sister up, “Yang, are you alright? Where are you?” She asked in concern."Of course, I’ll always come to get you. You’re my sister and I love you." 'So please don't die.' she thought, but didn’t say out loud.
The sounds of sirens in the distance and the faint flashing of lights made Yin breath a little easier, “Alright, they’re almost here. I’ll give them a signal.” Her gauntlet deployed and she fired a shot straight up like a flare.
Yang watched her sister with half lidded eyes. She was tired, really tired. She could barely hear Yin’s voice as she spoke to her. they’re almost here. Yang just had to stay awake for a little longer. Only a bit more and she would be able to sleep safely.
Yang blacked out. She didn’t even hear the sirens.
The paramedics almost didn’t let the nearly panicking Yin in the ambulance with Yang, but her stubborness eventually convinced them to let her ride. Sitting next to her twin, clutching her hand and watching the people work to patch her up as best they could before she could get real help.
Once they actually got to the hospital, though, Yin was separated from Yang and told to stay in the waiting room like everyone else. So she paced, unable to get rid of the nervous tension or the knot in her belly.
It was at least 4 hours before a doctor came out to inform Yin about her sister. Even longer for him to actually allow the blond in to see her sister. Eventually after a solid 7 hours Yin was allowed in to see the sleeping form of her sister.
Bandaged and bruised Yang laid still, quietly breathing as she slept. It would be a while before her body fully healed but for now her life was in no real danger. Besides the sounds of breathing and blips of medical instruments the room was silent.
why not some cute girlfriends reading together? can i get more of this plox thx
If you are afraid to talk to me because you are under the impression I’m too cool for you, please don’t be.
Not only are preventing yourself from talking to someone who you think is cool you are prevnting me from talking to a cool person and making friends and I like friends.
If you are reading this, this is a personal invitation to talk to me. You don’t have to be witty or clever. Just say Hi. literally that’s all you have to say.
ooh an axe, I like it
"apologize to my sister you piece of shit"
"oh yeah because punching me in the face is gonna make me do anything"
and then they MAKE OUT or something
Velvet’s new uniform has really grown on me.