"Alright sit so I can clean your wounds, wll you?"
Wolfram made a snarky remark about the nurse under his breath, sitting on the bed.
Making no effort to be careful, the nurse pulled away the shredded pieces of his t-shirt sleeve, cleaning wound. He winced."Maybe you could be more careful?"He growled.
"Whatever. Hey, why the heck are there so many scars on your arms? How many fights have you been in, dude?"
He stiffened, and pulled away from her."Something's I don't need the whole world knowing thank you very much! I can leave right now, I don't have a problem with it. Actually, I think Lach can clean a wound better then you, and he doesn't have any doctor training or whatever."
"Geez what is your problem? Why are you such a jerk?"She muttered, attempting to clean his wound again.
But Wolfram slapped her hand away, eyes narrowed defensively."Get away!"He snarled."I don't need your filthy claws touching me, I can do this myself, I've done it plenty of times before. I didn't even want to come here in the first place!" What am I even mad at right now? Bleddyn? Indigo? Lach? The nurse? Kill me now....

"Calm the frick down you ungrateful cat boy!"The nurse snarled, backing away from him.
Wolfram flinched at her harsh tone, a hurt look glittering in his eyes. He got up, holding back the growing urge to punch the nurse senseless. The lights in the room hurt his eyes, his wounds growing worse by the minute, blood dripping down his arm onto the ground, his head ached like claws where sinking into his skull, and he could barely stay on his feet, dizzy and he felt waves of nausea."Get. Me. Out. Of. Here."He hissed to Lachlan, clearly uneased and anxious.
(*screams internally because Della would never say this kind of stuff*. Must be her evil twin Annnnnd.... the plot was ruined)

Roberto was concerned from the screaming going on down the hall. He saw his (can she be his wife) acquaintance from work enter the room and the bratty nurse rushing out.
"What in all of the beautiful snowflakes is going on here?" He bellowed.
 
(*screams internally because Della would never say this kind of stuff*. Must be her evil twin Annnnnd.... the plot was ruined)

Roberto was concerned from the screaming going on down the hall. He saw his (can she be his wife) acquaintance from work enter the room and the bratty nurse rushing out.
"What in all of the beautiful snowflakes is going on here?" He bellowed.
(sure :D )
 
Vanessa shrugged."I don't really know why she founded it. I never asked. I assume you could ask her if you find her. Tell her River is your mother."She told him, gently bandaging Wolfram's arm.
Wolfram winced."I'm so confused. My mother never told me any of this stuff."He glanced at his freshly bandaged arm. It suddenly reminded him of Bleddyn."Bleddyn needs her leg wound checked."
Lachlan nodded to the nurse, and glanced at Wolfram, unsure of why his mother wouldn't have told him. His parents had told him everything, was there something Silver had saw wrong with what they had done? Sure, some died but... They only died because they were evil and trying to kill people, right? Except for Noble but... He was an accident, as far as he knew.
 
(*screams internally because Della would never say this kind of stuff*. Must be her evil twin Annnnnd.... the plot was ruined)

Roberto was concerned from the screaming going on down the hall. He saw his (can she be his wife) acquaintance from work enter the room and the bratty nurse rushing out.
"What in all of the beautiful snowflakes is going on here?" He bellowed.
"Roberto can you not scream? I have a patient with a concussion and yelling isn't going to help. There was a simple argument, that's all."Vanessa explained.
Lachlan nodded to the nurse, and glanced at Wolfram, unsure of why his mother wouldn't have told him. His parents had told him everything, was there something Silver had saw wrong with what they had done? Sure, some died but... They only died because they were evil and trying to kill people, right? Except for Noble but... He was an accident, as far as he knew.
Wolfram sighed, staring at the ground as Vanessa cleaned his wounds. He looked troubled and lost, his eyes narrowed. Why didn't mom ever tell me about all this? Maybe I would have had friend growing up...More friends then Sage anyway....she didn't last long though. He sighed again, wincing when Vanessa cleaned his head wound. Could I have saved her? I don't think I ever could have...I wish I could've, she was the greatest friend I ever had...
 
"Oh, all right, dear, come here," Della's smile was more forced because her attempt to help people was stopped. "Just down the hall."
Fritz, after a moment's hesitation, followed her. His steps were jerky with caution, but at least he was willing to subject himself to whatever horrors waited to befall him down the corridor in the unfair trade for his vague illogical hope of being healed rather than betrayed.
Honestly, sometimes my brawny and fearless friends can be absolute worrywarts.

(That wasn't your's, it was a different one. Della had left I think.)
 
Fritz, after a moment's hesitation, followed her. His steps were jerky with caution, but at least he was willing to subject himself to whatever horrors waited to befall him down the corridor in the unfair trade for his vague illogical hope of being healed rather than betrayed.
Honestly, sometimes my brawny and fearless friends can be absolute worrywarts.

(You finished your homework, right)
 

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