Answers by Anthony Milhorn

Author:Anthony Milhorn [Milhorn, Anthony]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-01-05T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

By the time that Brian managed to get them both back to Max's apartment and inside, the door safely locked and bolted behind them, the sun was beginning to peek over the edge of the sky, burning away the darkness with a line of orange pink light. His shoulders ached and the webbing in his back burned. Half way into the garage, he nearly fell under Max's weight and with a snarl of determination he fell to his knees and forced himself to stand back up. Max tried to squirm and get free to try to walk on his own but Brian refused to let him, instead carrying him laboriously up the stairs.

Crashing through the kitchen, Brian knocked a stool over and it clattered loudly across the floor and finally, he lumbered into the bathroom and finally, he collapsed under Max's weight. Unable to hold him any longer, Brian set him down as gently as he could, propping him up against the bathtub. Brian snapped on the light and moaned.

Max looked far worse than he thought at first. Max stirred and he tried to open his eyes but couldn't. Brian told him to be quiet and sit still as Brian ripped off Max's bloodied pants and shredded shoes. Tearing off what little remained of Max's underwear, Brian lifted his friend up and with a grunt, eased him down into the bathtub itself, nearly slipping on the blood pool that had formed under Max's limp body.

Brian had not seen so much blood in such a very long time. He had, of course, seen car accidents and injuries at work, but to see someone you cared for, weak and reduced to wreckage was something different. Two of Max's fingers were broken, sticking out at odd angles. His left ear was torn badly, his left eye swollen shut. Vicious slashes cut left and right streaks up and down his chest and stomach, revealing wet red flesh beneath. His tail also stuck out at an odd angle, near the base where it connected into his spine. One of his teeth was broken.

Brian saw that Max's body was desperately trying to mend itself. Even as he watched, the flesh was knitting itself together and the blood flow was slowing but it wasn't enough, he had to try to do something, to help Max heal. He wasn't even sure a shifter could take so much damage and live. The risk of infection was high, he thought, given the filthy state of that warehouse.

"Hang on, Max....gotta get you cleaned up..." Brian choked out as his eyes stung, surprised at how much his own voice was trembling. He felt himself shaking and knew then it wasn't just his voice. He was running on adrenaline, trying not to think about the blackout he had experienced. Reaching up, Brian spun the hot water handle and a cascade of warm water rained down, and in moments, Max's thick gray fur was drenched. Grabbing a washcloth, Brian did his best to gently clean out the wounds, gingerly but quickly moving, trying to mask the trembling in his hands.

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