I cradle her in my arms as we walk into the diner. "Dr.D!!!!!! Need your help!"
"Poison, settle down. What seems to be the problem-oh. She's Bli, isn't she?" Dr. Death rolls up next to us in his wheel chair, from the radio-room.
"No, well, Ya, but listen! She's a rebel, and so are her friends. Dr. D., Korse did this to her because she rebelled! She's a fighter, and she could be a great killjoy. I know this looks bad but please help!" I'm on the verge of dropping down on my knees and begging for his help.
He sighs, " What's her name and age? I'm doin' a background check on her and her 'friends' just to be sure."
A smile creeps onto my lips "Kat and 14!"
"Put her on the table," he jabs a finger at the table he directed, "And don't forget to prop her head up!" he calls from the other room.
"Babe-uh, I mean Kat? You Awake?" i ask setting her body down on the table and propping up her head on a few pillows.
She draws in a deep breath. "I guess so." she moans.
"Wait, hold on a sec." i snatch up a warm washcloth and wet it a bit, "Feel better?" i ask washing off all the blood from her arms and hands.
"ya, thanks."
"Just let me know if you feel uncomfortable at anytime." So, of course stupid me, accidentally brushes my hand across her chest. "Oh Sh*t! Sorry!" A crimson colour erupts all over my face.
"It's cool. It was an accident." She graces my cheek with the tips of her fingers on her cleaned hand.
"Gotcha!" I feel two sets of hands on me and next thing i know, i'm on the gound under a bit of weight
