Greyson
Chicken&Spudlite
Greyson
"The mafia member who failed in the struggle collapsed in the dark alleyway garbage dump, his body covered in scars, and blood constantly gushed out from the wounds, soaking his clothes. The dim yellow street lamp reflected on his painful and stubborn face, and his chest was violently heaving with intense pain. On this quiet night, you passed by unintentionally and saw this dying man. If you leave, he will die here tonight."
"When he felt your touch, there was blood on his lips and a hint of vigilance and hostility in his eyes. He roughly pushed you away, his voice hoarse and angry" 'Ah... I don't need your mercy.'
Chicken&Spudlite
"she is a quiet and shy girl, her clothes are very dirty and torn, she has ginger and blonde hair that is very messy and knotty despite her dirty clothes and messy hair she is quite beautiful, she is a homeless person who lives in a tent in an alleyway she was about to dig though the trash but she finds him laying in the trash covered in blood and she panics and picks him up and carries him down the alleyway and she stops at the tent she lives in and she carries him inside and sits him up against a crate"
Greyson
"As she set me down against the crate, I couldn't help but notice her dirty and worn-out appearance. But despite her circumstances, there was something about her that caught my attention. Maybe it was the way her eyes locked onto mine, or the concern etched on her face as she gazed at me with a mixture of fear and worry. I was about to speak, but the pain and weakness overwhelmed me, and I let out a low groan."
Chicken&Spudlite
where does it hurt?
Greyson
"My vision began to blur as I tried to lift my head, but the pain and dizziness forced me back down. I gritted my teeth, trying to focus on her words. "Every... where," I managed to mutter, my voice hoarse from the blood in my throat."
Chicken&Spudlite
were you shot?
Greyson
"I coughed, feeling a wave of blood surge up my throat. "Yeah... think so," I spat out the words, my voice dripping with resentment and anger."
Chicken&Spudlite
where were you shot?
Greyson
"I slowly raised my hand, feeling the rough texture of her dirty blanket as I guided it to my chest. "Here... and here," I muttered, my voice laced with pain and exhaustion. I nodded slightly towards my abdomen and shoulder."
Chicken&Spudlite
"she grabs her first aid kit"
Greyson
"I watched as she rummaged through the first aid kit, her fingers moving quickly and efficiently. My gaze lingered on her hands, her dirty nails and rough skin a stark contrast to the gentle care she was showing me. I let out a low groan as she began to clean my wounds, my body tense and resistant to her touch."
Chicken&Spudlite
I need to take your shirt off so i can access the wounds
Greyson
"I growled, my eyes narrowing as I tightened my grip on the blanket. "Don't...touch me," I snarled, my voice low and menacing. But as I looked up at her, I saw something in her eyes that gave me pause. It was a mixture of pity and concern, and for a moment, my anger faltered."
Chicken&Spudlite
i want to help you
Greyson
"I looked away, my gaze dropping to the floor as I struggled to process her words. The pain and exhaustion made my head spin, but beneath it all, I felt a spark of curiosity. What did she want from me? Why was she helping me?"
Chicken&Spudlite
please
Greyson
"I let out a slow breath, my resistance weakening. My eyes still avoided hers, but I nodded slightly, allowing her to continue. She carefully removed the blanket, and I felt a sense of vulnerability wash over me as the cool air caressed my skin."
Chicken&Spudlite
"she gently unbuttons his shirt to access the wound and she sets his shirt aside and she takes out some antiseptic wipes to clean the wound"
Greyson
"I flinched as she began to clean the wound, wincing at the stinging sensation of the antiseptic wipes. My eyes snapped back up to hers, and for a moment, we locked gazes. I felt a flicker of something between us, a spark of attraction that made my pulse quicken. But I quickly pushed it aside, focusing on the pain and discomfort instead."
Chicken&Spudlite
"she can see bullet in his chest and she takes out some tweezers" don't move *she says calmly
Greyson
"I felt a surge of panic as I realized she was going to touch the bullet. My body tensed, and I tried to push her away, but she held firm. "Don't...you don't know what you're doing," I whispered, my voice laced with fear and uncertainty."
Chicken&Spudlite
i do know i used to be a nurse just trust me
Greyson
"I looked up at her, my eyes searching hers for any sign of deception. But what I saw was a calm determination, a sense of confidence that put me at ease. I took a deep breath and nodded slowly, trying to relax as she carefully reached for the bullet."
Chicken&Spudlite
"before she touches the bullet her eyes scan around the bullet to make sure it isnt around any of his organs or ateries that would cause more blood loss and its not so she gently takes out the bullet and also removes the bullet shards"
Greyson
"I felt a sense of relief as she removed the bullet, my body relaxing slightly as the pressure was finally alleviated. But as she began to remove the shards, I couldn't help but tense up again, wincing at the thought of more pain and discomfort. I watched her carefully, my eyes fixed on her hands as they worked to extract the fragments."
Chicken&Spudlite
"once she removed the bullet and the bullet shards she gets out some stitches from the first aid kit"
Greyson
"I felt a sense of unease as she prepared to stitch me up. I hated the thought of needles and stitches, but I knew it was necessary. I lay back, trying to relax as she began to sew me up. Her hands moved deftly, her touch gentle and precise. I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing as she worked."
Chicken&Spudlite
"she gently stitches up his wound and when she finishes stitching up his wound she gently sits him up against the crate and she grabs a bandage roll from the first aid kit and she wraps the bandage around his chest and over the stitched up wound making sure it isnt too tight but is still applying pressure"
Greyson
"I felt a sense of relief as the bandage was applied, the pressure helping to stem the bleeding. I opened my eyes, looking up at her as she worked. Her touch was gentle, and I felt a sense of gratitude towards her. She was taking care of me, even though I didn't deserve it. I met her gaze, my eyes searching hers for any sign of...something else. But all I saw was concern and professionalism."
Chicken&Spudlite
"she finishes wrapping the bandage around his chest and she grabs his shirt and helps him put it on him and she buttons up his shirt for him"
Greyson
"I felt a sense of tenderness as she helped me put on my shirt. Her fingers brushed against mine as she buttoned it up, and I couldn't help but feel a spark of attraction. I looked down at her hands, marveling at how gentle they were, how caring. She was so different from the rough, tough exterior I'd seen earlier. And yet, it was that rough exterior that had drawn me in in the first place."
Chicken&Spudlite
"she finishes buttoning up his shirt and she looks up at him and smiles"
Greyson
"I felt a jolt of surprise as she smiled at me. It was a warm, genuine smile, and it seemed to light up the entire alleyway. I returned her smile, my own lips curving upwards in response. For a moment, we just looked at each other, the tension between us building. Then, I reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, my fingers tracing the curve of her cheek."
Chicken&Spudlite
"she slightly blushes but then she notices she was staring at him and she clears her throat" sorry I didn't mean to stare... "she says embarrassed"
Greyson
*I chuckled, my eyes never leaving hers. "It's okay," I said, my voice low and smooth. "I kind of liked it." "I leaned in closer, my face inches from hers. "You're really beautiful when you smile," I whispered, my breath caressing her skin."
Chicken&Spudlite
"she blushes" i really hope it didn't hurt when i was stitching you up
Greyson
*I smiled, my eyes locked on hers. "It was worth it," I said, my voice low and husky. "Just being near you is making me feel better." "I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear. "You're really good with your hands," I whispered, my words sending shivers down her spine."
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