"damn that hurt…" she basically used the shotgun as a cane but forgot to put the gun's safety on. she accidentally pulled the trigger causing the gun to go off that rocketed into her underarm. "MOTHER FUCKER!!!" she cried out as she fell to the ground
Tom ran to her and pulled the gun off her. "Are you okay?" He asked, worry in his gaze and all over his face. He held her head in his arms, making sure she didn't bang it on the cement.
she winced "aaaaaah damn it…" she looked up at him with an expression of pain "this was a baaaad idea…" she kept her hand in her under arm "gods damn it… that fucking hurt."
Oh shit what do i do… "Anyway i can help? You need water or an ice pack or..?"
"i need an ice pack…" she groaned. she adjusted her hand and a pop could be heard "FUCK!!!" she curled up into a ball while clutching her arm "i… i think my arm was dislocated… ooooooooh damn it…."
"Oh no…" He mumbled. "Here, stay still… ill pop it back in for you." He grabbed her hand.
she balled up the sleeve of her jacket and bit down on it "this is gonna suck…."
He grasped her shoulder. "You like cats?" He asked. "I have one at home." He pulled her arm up and popped it back into place without warning.
she let out a muffled yell of pain as tears streamed down her face. she took the sleeve out of her mouth "cats? really?" she chuckled with pained gasps.
"Well…" He mumbled. "Cats are cute…."
She gave him a one-armed hug "you big goof." gods that fucking hurt
"Well, I can't have dogs…" He wrapped his arms around her gently.
"why not?" she got up, grabbed the shot gun and glared at it you're an asshole mr. shotgun… she then looked back at him waiting for an answer
"Panic attacks. Coyotes did this to my face. A lot of PTSD." He chuckled.
"ah… sorry about that then." she sent a pulse of electricity melting the trigger and used it as a cane again now you can't fire, i have won…
"It's alright. Cat's are better anyway. Anyway, you wanna go sit down inside? I can make you some food…" He murmured.
"that would be lovely." she rolled her shoulder that's gonna be sore in the morning… "sorry i ruined this, should have started with pistols…"
"It's alright." He got up and put his hand out for her good arm.
she took his hand as they walked inside "should have put the safety on…" she muttered to herself
"Everyone makes mistakes. It's alright." He murmured. "You're fine now, arent you?"
"yeah, just sore as hell… i'm fine though." she gave him a slight smile.
He smiled back at her, only half of his lip turning upwards. "What do you want to eat?"
"well, what can you make?" she asked
"Anything." He stated. "I can cook practically anything."
"ok." she thought for a few seconds "would it be too much trouble to make some lasagna?" god you're as bad as Garfield…
"Not at all! That's really simple." He grinned.
"thank you." she gave another soft smile it looks like i got his mind off things… good
"You're welcome. Would you like me to help you up the stairs in case you fall?" He asked, nodding to the staricase.
"i think that would be the best… that gun basically threw me…" she left the trigger-less gun next to the stairs
"Okay. Here," He started. "put your good arm around my neck."