"Listen," Winston said, slipping his hands into his hoodie with a wince. I should probably tell her about my back. "I didn't see them Erasers soon enough. It was my fault that we was spotted, so I wanted to go 'n make it right. I get it was foolish and out of character, but I just felt like I needed to make it up to you guys."
His hair had fallen, so he reached up and pushed his hair out of his face, exposing an ugly bruise over his eye from when a punch clipped him.
"Look, what's done is done, But now you have injuries that'll make you, make us more easily identifiable," Ellie sighed. "But I get it, we just need to get away from these Erasers. There surely are more, aren't there?"
"I didn't knock the other one out, so I imagine that he's callin' for back-up." The thought just made him feel even worse. "God, I'm screwin' up bad today."
"Let's just get out of this place, okay? We can deal with the Erasers later," Ellie grabbed his hand and pulled him back towards the rest of the group.
He winced again when she tugged his arm, but didn't protest. To be honest, he just too tired.
"Any of you guys got any bandages?" Winston asked when they reached the flock again.
Ellie may not've noticed his wince earlier, but now she did. She stopped short and faced him, head on. "That isn't your only injury, is it?" she said in a low voice, putting her hands on his shoulders.
"I got cut on my back," he said, avoiding her eyes. "I'm not sure how bad, but it felt pretty deep."
"Oh my god, we can't go to a hospital… seriously, you can't just rush into a battle like that! What about him?" Ellie gestured to Reese.
"Bit on the shoulder," he admitted, pulling a face and looking down at his feet. "It isn't bad, though. He barely even noticed it in the fight."
"Come on guys, let's just get out of here," Ellie replied, sighing.
"I'm sorry," he said, scratching the back of his neck.
It could've quite possibly be the first time he'd ever apologized to Ellie. Everything he did, he held a supreme confidence that it was the correct course of action, so he never apologized when things went down the drain. Except for now, obviously.
"No, don't be sorry… just… you may have done "justice," but that doesn't mean you're incapable of being hurt," Ellie said.
(Oof, I forgot he got bit! Lemme fix that)
Reese winced and saw a small red spot forming on his sweatshirt and looked at Winston. "Winst? I need your help a bit. I'm going to the bathroom, follow me there." He said going there and taking off his sweatshirt to see a row of teeth marks on his shoulder.
Winston followed in about 5 minutes, wincing at the sight of his friend's would.
"That looks much than I thought it was," he mumbled, stepping inside and shutting the door with his foot.
"What's taking them so long?" Jax grumbled impatiently as she waited with the younger kids outside McDonald's. Being the youngest of the Flock, she never got to be part of anything. It wasn't fair! She was thirteen, almost fourteen. It wasn't like she was some little kid! Plus, she could fight pretty decently, but Reese and Winston would never let her try. "They tell us to hurry, and now they're holding us up." She leaned against the wall, her arms crossed.
"What's taking them so long?" Jax grumbled impatiently as she waited with the younger kids outside McDonald's. Being the youngest of the Flock, she never got to be part of anything. It wasn't fair! She was thirteen, almost fourteen. It wasn't like she was some little kid! Plus, she could fight pretty decently, but Reese and Winston would never let her try. "They tell us to hurry, and now they're holding us up." She leaned against the wall, her arms crossed.
(They're back at the shelter)
(wait I thought they brought them back in the McDonald's when they were fighting, ans they fought the Erasers outside)
"What's taking them so long?" Jax grumbled impatiently as she waited with the younger kids outside McDonald's. Being the youngest of the Flock, she never got to be part of anything. It wasn't fair! She was thirteen, almost fourteen. It wasn't like she was some little kid! Plus, she could fight pretty decently, but Reese and Winston would never let her try. "They tell us to hurry, and now they're holding us up." She leaned against the wall, her arms crossed.
“I dunno,” Fox replied, equally annoyed. He crossed his arms sullenly. He was the second youngest, and he hated being excluded just as much as Jax, despite his lack of decent fighting skills. “They never tell us anything. If they don’t come back in the next five minutes, we should go see what they’re doing.”
"Agreed," she murmured, running a hand through her hair. Her wings itched to break out of her clothes, to push her up into the air and fly, but if she did that she could reveal all of them. So she just had to mind it a bit longer.
(wait I thought they brought them back in the McDonald's when they were fighting, ans they fought the Erasers outside)
(Nah, they're at a shelter)
"They got hurt, and they're trying to fix it themselves somehow," Nickel said, crossing his arms. "But they could be tracking us - we'd never know until it was too late -" He paused and scrunched his nose. "Yeah. Five minutes."
Winston followed in about 5 minutes, wincing at the sight of his friend's would.
"That looks much than I thought it was," he mumbled, stepping inside and shutting the door with his foot.
(Much?)
"I just need help bandaging it up and cleaning it so we can get a move on. It would do it very sloppily and it would end up hurting more." Reese said, trying to flex his arm to see how far he could move it before his shoulder hurt
"We ain't got no time," he said, shaking his head. "We gotta get going. I'll tape it up once we get to where we gettin'."
"Wouldn't they be able to track us by the scent of our blood?" He asked
"They'll track us by the blood either way, man," he said, running a hand through his hair and letting out a sigh. "Wrappin' it up don' stop the bleedin'."
"Fine, whatever. Let's just go." He said, grabbing a couple strips of fabric and roughly tying them around his shoulder. He tied one last knot and looked at his shoulder to see a very weird jumble of knots. He cursed lowly and put his sweatshirt back on. "You coming?" He asked, leaving the bathroom.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," he said, opening the door and stepping out of the bathroom. We need to split up from the flock. We're just gonna get the others killed.
“It’s been like four minutes, right?” Fox asked. His sense of time wasn’t the best, but he was trying to figure out how much longer until they went looking for the others.
(Hey could someone summarize what happened while I was gone? I can't make much sense of what happened.)
(Reese and Winston are cleaning off their wounds and everyone else is waiting for them but some of the younger kids are planning to go see what’s taking them so long. Does that make sense?)