Thread: The Dark Secret of the Borton Islands (Yuna & Malin's 1x1)

Thomas Hayes Thomas warmed his hands by the fire, before taking a stick, and holding it towards the hottest point of the fire. His back was still bleeding, they didn't have bandages, and frankly he was starting to think the wound reached deeper then he thought. Waiting till the stick had a good amount of sterile black charcoal and the tip was hot, he looked towards his friend, and knew what he was going to ask her was going to sound rather bad. He bit his lip bracing himself for a moment. This wound along my back... I need you to cauterize it. He was still heating the stick, before he shook his head. We should wait until the storm subsides. He said pointing to the fact that while they still had a dry spot there was still rain and lightning going off in the distance. the occasional rumble of thunder. We would get further in the morning then we would at night anyway. He said slightly saddened by the idea, but at the same time the road gave them a little hope. if the island had something like a road that meant there were people here as well. Till they found the other people however they had the delightful opportunity to rest by a fire, and instantly everything was starting to feel just a little better. Survival training as much as he hated it was paying off a little. He would have to thank his father next time he saw him, and the fact that this island had a road meant that it probably had a port or an airstrip. One way or another they would get back home from this island. There were many other thoughts that were going through Thomas's head but the first and foremost had to be his own bleeding. The fire will kill any and all infection, but it will leave a bit of a scar when it heals. He said handing her the stick but making sure that the fire didn't go out. All you have to do is brush the tip, against the wound, the burning skin will seal the wound... instant scar tissue instant disinfectant. He said bracing himself more. I did this once as a kid... hurts like a fucking bitch. He smiled lightly looking at her in the pale fire light, aside from the shallow cut she had on her head, she was enchantingly beautiful her red hair seemed to be glowing. He blushed slightly remembering the question he had asked her a few moments before, and now his own green eyes were locking with her, his brown hair and pale skin glowing in the firelight. If I weren't so tired right now... I'd honestly consider asking her to have sex with me right here. He thought rather amusingly. He was very much a virgin. Which was kind of sad, there had been crushes in the past, but since he had never acted on any of them he had never gotten so far. That wasn't to say he didn't know what to do in terms of sex. He had watched enough porn to know his way around a woman... or at least that was what he liked to tell himself. The truth as it was would probably end up being a little more embarrassing. He shook his head realizing that he didn't feel right asking something like that at the moment. Rather that would be up to Nicole to offer instead. Turning around he presented his still bleeding back and grabbed sand in his hands pressing down as hard as he could. When your ready. Awkward timing I know, but... any ideas for an answer to my previous question?