The Un-Offical Injustice Gang

Slade: *Walks back in a few minutes later, carrying some gauze and some acohol(sp???).*

(Hmm...I think you spelled that right)

Ty Lee: *is still lying on the bed, passed out, her breathing shallow*

(Really? I could sworn it was wrong. I dunno. =P)

Slade: *Pours a little achohol onto Ty Lee's gashes.*

(I'm not really sure...It might be "alcohol", but I don't know )

Ty Lee: *when the alcohol touches her gashes, it made a stinging pain. But Ty Lee just flinched a little, still passed out*

(Poor, poor Ty Lee :( )

(I have to leav in less than five minutes. (My computer will sign me off because I have a time-limit.)


Slade: *Starts to wrap some gauze around her gashes.*

(Aww, okay. =[ Bye!)

Ty Lee: *opens her eyes a little*
W-where.....where am I....?

*notices Slade wrapping the guaze around her gashes*

Ohh....

*closes her eyes and tries to ignore the pain as he puts alcohol on her gashes. As Slade puts alcohol on one of the bigger slashes on her back, it stings extremely bad*

AHHH!!!!!!

*nearly jumps up off the bed out of pain*

Slade: *Holds Ty Lee down* Calm down, you don't want to stress your injuries.

Ty Lee: *is still weak from loosing so much blood, but lays back down on the bed* Ugh....You have no idea how much that hurts....Gah!

Slade: *Under breath* Yes, I do. *After putting alchohol on Ty Lee's gashes, starts to wrap them with gauze.*

Ty Lee: *even when the guaze touches her wounds, it makes them hurt badly* Ahh....Please be careful...

Slade: I know what I'm doing.

Ty Lee: Alright....*takes a deep breath and cringes as he puts more guaze on her wounds*....I...I trust you....

Slade: Good, because you really have no choice at the moment.

Ty Lee: Yeah...I know....*sighs, which hurts her stomach* Ow!

Slade: *Doesn't know what's wrong, looks at Ty Lee.* What's wrong?

Ty Lee: It just hurts to sigh...*puts her hand on her stomach* and breath....*When she pulls her hand back, she notices that her stomach is still bleeding* Great.

Slade When did that happen? *Sighs, then grabs for some more achohol.* This will most likely sting very much. *Pours some achohol on where it's bleeding.*

Ty Lee: One of the soldiers probably slashed my stomach and I was too distracted to notice before....
*When Slade pours the alcohol onto the cut on her stomach, she nearly screams, but stops herself. She just sit straight up on the bed though, and, by instinct, tries putting her hand over her stomach*

Slade: *With his free hand grabs Ty Lee's wrist to stop her from touching her stomach.* Trust me, you do not want to do that. Now stay still well I wrap this around your stomach. *Starts to wrap some gauze around Ty Lee's stomach.*

Ty Lee: *takes a deep breath and flinches* Sorry....
*lets Slade wrap the guaze around her stomach*
Oh, and by the way....thanks.
*she smiles weakly at Slade*

Slade: Y-you're welcome.....

Ty Lee: *laughs quietly a little, until it hurts her stomach; then she stops and looks down at the floor*
Seriously...if you weren't there, I'd probably be dead by now....

Slade: Possibly. But I was, and you're not.

Ty Lee: Yeah, and that's why I said 'thanks'....*she smiles again, still looking at the floor*

Slade: There. *Finishs wrapping her stomach up.*