Thread: A Vampire and his Anchor (Niksis & Ms Catailia)

She couldn't believe how calm he was being, as most would be sobbing their head off and stuggling against her. The blonde certainly wasn't going to complain though, this just made a difficult situation a little easier. Glad her hair was already pulled up in a bun since she was on her way to work, Bryn slipped on her gloves. She had set her phone in on the ground so there was still light but she could have her hands free . Let me help you with your shirt, she said with her gentle voice before reaching toward the bloodied white button up. She was careful, yet thorough in her removal of his buttons, slowly seeing all that muscle hidden behind the fabric come into view. If she hadn't been so focused and professional she may have taken a moment to really appreciate his form. Not bothering to remove it off his arm, since that would probably hurt his shoulder more, she simply brushed her gloved hands over his skin to push it to the side some. Grab my phone. I know its going to be hard, but I need you to hold the light up for me so I can see easier, she explained as she grabbed one of alcohol swabs and unwrapped it. This might burn. Bryn had no idea how ironic that phrase was as she gnetle wiped away some blood to try and see the wound clearer. Luckily the bullet hadn't gotten lodged too deep but she still wished she had some tweezers since taking the shiny piece of metal out would be much more painful with her fingers. You got lucky. Was it not close range? It didn't seem to get very far into your shoulder. What was that smell? It was as though his flesh was burning or something. Was there something on the bullet searing his flesh? Those concerns just made her work faster, though she kept her thoughts to herself so as to not scare him. Bryn quickly prepared a bandage patch with antiseptic and set it on her knee for once she got the bullet out. Leaning in close to him now, she teased the flesh before working her fingers to draw the bullet closer to the surface. Carefully and as gently as she could, she slipped a finger in to the wound to draw it out the rest of the way until it made a tinking sound as it fell to the ground. As soon as it was out she grabbed the bandage she prepared and pressed it to the wound, intending it to only be temporary while they waited for an ambulance. All done, you did great, she spoke, trying to give him an assuring smile as she removed her gloves. Now let me call for an ambulance and the doctors can patch you up and send you on your way. She spoke as though they wouldn't hold him there, wait until the police could question him. She spoke as though bullets to the body were as normal of a wound as tripping and scraping your knee. She had no reason to assume he had been involved in something illegal though, or something truly dangerous. Maybe he had just been a victim of circumstance. He was dressed rather well, maybe someone had robbed him and fled before she got there. That seemed the most likely in her mind. Foster care in Los Angeles was never an easy road. Those green eyes had seen many things in her life, many cruelties and shocking things. One thing she had learned from all that though, was that the world preferred surprises over clichs. Everyone led such complex lives, complicated by their own decisions and surroundings that it was hard to tell right from wrong. Because of that, Bryn had chosen to look more toward the positive answer than the negative. Most would choose to hate the world and trust no one, but whether the good in people was just easier for her to see, or she had been lucky in the people she had come in contact with, the blonde had seen enough good in the world to keep believing in it. After all, it led her to situations like now where she was able to help the injured male before her. He had been all alone in an alley, maybe scared, and she had found him and helped him. How many other people in the world got to be able to help people like that? It was something she lived for.