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"Oh-um-thank you?" Leon mumbled. "Wait, why does left want to cry? Is it because Thatcher isn't here yet?"
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“She thinks that he’s dead or something. But he can’t be, I can smell him,” Nike said. She tilted her head away, staring towards a window.
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"Wait wait wait, he isn't dead?" Leon asked, relief flooding over him. He isn't dead? I can finally stop thinking of ways of how he was dead or on the verge of it.
(Idk what I'm doing anymore)
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(Lmao its all good)
Nike shook her head. “M’hm, not dead. He’s close, I can smell him,” she said. And she was right, Thatcher was close. But he wasn’t moving. He was so exhausted. He couldn’t keep moving. He had rested down on the ground, and was drifting out of consciousness as his eyes rolled back.
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"Oh okay then, do you want to go look around for him?" Leon asked. "Or am I gonna have to go by myself?" He added in, glancing at Nike and wondering how close Thatcher actually was.
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“Mm, I can go, but you need to as well. I won’t be able to support or help him in this form,” Nike huffed. “But we should hurry. Smells like there’s a lot of blood.” With that, the girl shifted back into the large hound.
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"Okay then. Let's go," Leon mumbled, quickly getting off the couch and grabbing his jacket before heading towards the door. He held open the door after he put on his jacket. "Lead the way."
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Nike’s middle head gave a huff. She padded over to the door before sniffing at the air. After catching a scent, she walked out and began to head in what would be a jog in one direction.
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Leon stayed quiet then for the rest of the time as speed-walked behind Nike, wondering how she was able to smell him. First of all, is she a human or a dog? Or is she like me? Whatever, too confusing.
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Nike eventually found Thatcher. There was a pool of blood around him as he was slumped against a tree, unconscious. He still seemed to be alive, and Nike gave a whine.
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….How is he not dead. He is literally in a pool of blood and this girl she's he's ALIVE. Leon quickly bent down in front of Thatcher and gently grabbed his wrist to check his pulse, sighing in relief when he felt it but it wasn't faint.
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Thatcher gave a slight groan when he felt himself grabbed. His eyes fluttered open, and his vision swam. His eyes seemed glazed over and everything that he saw seemed blurry.
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Leon looked at Thatcher when he heard the other groan. "Oh, you're awake, can you hear me?" He asked, not sure what to do at all.
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Thatcher had opened his mouth to respond, but coughed sharply instead. Blood dribbled from his mouth, and he turned his head to spit some into the dirt.
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"I-W-What did they do to you?" Leon asked worriedly, quickly releasing Thatcher's wrist and quietly watching him. How is he bleeding so much?
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“Lashings,” Thatcher choked out before he coughed slightly. He winced in pain afterwards, breathing heavily.
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(I'm so srry I haven't responded in so long, forgive me pls)
"Let's get you to my house first. Do you think you can walk?" Leon asked, getting more and more worried by the second.
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“Maybe,” Thatcher mumbled. “Need help,” he managed to add.
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"Here," Leon muttered as he grabbed Thatcher's hands and slowly pulled him up. He took a glance around to see if Nike was still here but quickly started heading towards his house.
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Thatcher leaned most of his weight against Leon. He took stumbling steps along with the other, almost falling on a few occasions.
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Leon never let go of Thatcher as they made their way to his house. The only time he had let go was when he had opened the door to his house.
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Thatcher leaned heavily against part of the house as he waited. Thankfully, his legs didn’t go out from under him.
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Leon quickly pushed the door open and helped Thatcher inside. He let the other sit on the couch before he went to his kitchen to get the first aid kit.
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Thatcher laid down on his stomach once inside. He gave a slight groan of pain, feeling like he would go unconscious again.
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Leon quickly took out the first aid kit and quickly went back to Thatcher. He slowly pulled up the other's shirt to look at the wounds. "What did they use to do this?"
(Ik this is random but I like your pfp)
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(Oh thanks lmao)
Thatcher gave a hiss of pain when Leon moved his shirt. “A wip,” he bit out, jaw clenching after.
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(Np!)
Leon dropped the shirt beside him as he looked at his back. "Keep talking, explain what happened," He muttered. He had been thinking of ways to distract Thatcher from the pain and that was the only one he could think of for now.
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Thatcher let out a shuddering breath. “It’s because of how I protected you- killed someone without the permission to do so.:
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"I know, and I'm thankful you did that for me," Leon replied, smiling slightly towards Thatcher. He quickly opened the first aid kit and took out a cotton ball and some rubbing alcohol, he put some of it onto the cotton ball and lightly dabbed the wounds.
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Thatcher hissed in pain when he felt the rubbing alcohol placed on his wounds. He gripped at the couch tightly.