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Authors: Auriane Bell
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where it was. Adrijan was annoyed at himself for having hesitated back in Mairin’s room. He should have killed the scumbag at once upon discovering him there. And he shouldn’t have been so foolish as to pull out the knife. Adrijan took a deep breath. The cold night air rushed into his lungs and made him realise that this wasn’t the right time for regrets. For the girl’s sake he was hoping that his feelings weren’t written all over his face and if they were that she would not notice them in the dark. By the time Mairin finally presented the first-aid kit to him the pain had become so bad that he had started to wish that he hadn’t thrown himself between the knife and her. He regretted the thought the moment it entered his mind and discarded it at once.
“Thank you,” he whispered, put the box on his knees and opened it with his right hand. First he took out the mobile phone and checked for unanswered calls. There weren’t any. Without paying much attention to Mairin’s puzzlement he attempted to call the immortal and was annoyed when he was forwarded to the voicemail inbox. After three more tries he decided to give in. Frustrated he impatiently listened to the recorded message.
“Dear caller, as you know, this is the immortal’s ahem ahem – MY – voicemail. I don’t give a damn if you leave a message or not, but if you do, do wait for the Beep! Oh, and be aware that I might not be in the mood for listening to your crap. Toodeloo!”
Adrijan frowned and forced himself to talk.
“Hey Viv, I’m on my way to the border with the girl. Bleeding though. Knife wound. Please send support if you can and return my call.”
Adrijan ended the one-sided conversation and turned on the phone’s flash light.
“A… prayer?” The girl had observed him the whole time with her eyes slit and her head slightly inclined to the right. Adrijan nodded without showing how much her remark and her behaviour amused him.
“Something like that.”
He was surprised she didn’t comment on the bright light that obviously didn’t result from a candle. There was no time for an explanation anyway. The next item he produced from the first aid kit was a pair of bandage scissors. He handed it to Mairin with the handle pointing to her. Once she had accepted it and looked at him with the apparent question in her eyes he carefully started to explain.
“I was injured in the fight back in your room and the wound has to be treated. First the left sleeve has to be cut open. I know it’s going to be difficult, but please assist as good as you can.”
Adrijan saw that she swallowed hard. Then she looked him in the eye and stepped closer. “Hold it! Put these on first.”
Adrijan watched the girl open the packed pair of sterile gloves he had handed her and clumsily put them on while juggling the scissors around. After taking a deep breath she finally started to cut his sleeve open. The way Mairin’s hands were shaking he was glad that she wasn’t using a normal pair of scissors. With his right hand he lifted the phone a little to make things easier for her. He felt relieved when his arm was finally freed from the cloth and there was no more danger of her sticking the small blades into the wound. Quickly he put down the light and searched for the small bottle of antiseptic with his hand. There it was. He opened it with thumb and index finger, tossed the screw cap into the box and slowly poured the fluid over the injury.
“Almost done… almost done,” he kept telling himself. Most of the pain subsided a moment after and Adrijan handed the almost empty bottle to Mairin. With further instructions and the girl’s help the wound was cleaned thoroughly and then covered with antibiotic ointment and a sterile gauze pad before his arm was bandaged.
“Thanks.”
Mairin nodded and started to put everything still usable back into the first aid kit.
“You should treat your wound as well. At least apply some of the fluid in the bottle to
“Thank you,” he whispered, put the box on his knees and opened it with his right hand. First he took out the mobile phone and checked for unanswered calls. There weren’t any. Without paying much attention to Mairin’s puzzlement he attempted to call the immortal and was annoyed when he was forwarded to the voicemail inbox. After three more tries he decided to give in. Frustrated he impatiently listened to the recorded message.
“Dear caller, as you know, this is the immortal’s ahem ahem – MY – voicemail. I don’t give a damn if you leave a message or not, but if you do, do wait for the Beep! Oh, and be aware that I might not be in the mood for listening to your crap. Toodeloo!”
Adrijan frowned and forced himself to talk.
“Hey Viv, I’m on my way to the border with the girl. Bleeding though. Knife wound. Please send support if you can and return my call.”
Adrijan ended the one-sided conversation and turned on the phone’s flash light.
“A… prayer?” The girl had observed him the whole time with her eyes slit and her head slightly inclined to the right. Adrijan nodded without showing how much her remark and her behaviour amused him.
“Something like that.”
He was surprised she didn’t comment on the bright light that obviously didn’t result from a candle. There was no time for an explanation anyway. The next item he produced from the first aid kit was a pair of bandage scissors. He handed it to Mairin with the handle pointing to her. Once she had accepted it and looked at him with the apparent question in her eyes he carefully started to explain.
“I was injured in the fight back in your room and the wound has to be treated. First the left sleeve has to be cut open. I know it’s going to be difficult, but please assist as good as you can.”
Adrijan saw that she swallowed hard. Then she looked him in the eye and stepped closer. “Hold it! Put these on first.”
Adrijan watched the girl open the packed pair of sterile gloves he had handed her and clumsily put them on while juggling the scissors around. After taking a deep breath she finally started to cut his sleeve open. The way Mairin’s hands were shaking he was glad that she wasn’t using a normal pair of scissors. With his right hand he lifted the phone a little to make things easier for her. He felt relieved when his arm was finally freed from the cloth and there was no more danger of her sticking the small blades into the wound. Quickly he put down the light and searched for the small bottle of antiseptic with his hand. There it was. He opened it with thumb and index finger, tossed the screw cap into the box and slowly poured the fluid over the injury.
“Almost done… almost done,” he kept telling himself. Most of the pain subsided a moment after and Adrijan handed the almost empty bottle to Mairin. With further instructions and the girl’s help the wound was cleaned thoroughly and then covered with antibiotic ointment and a sterile gauze pad before his arm was bandaged.
“Thanks.”
Mairin nodded and started to put everything still usable back into the first aid kit.
“You should treat your wound as well. At least apply some of the fluid in the bottle to
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