PaperFresh Shots

Criminal Protection

I sighed as I closed up shop. There was yet again another robbery a few blocks away. A few officers and a couple citizens got hurt, but no one died yet. 

I didn't get why people hurt each other... It just confuses me! Why can't we have peace?

I groaned to myself as I walked back home. The town that I lived in was filled with criminals. I just want to move to some where small and quiet. That's why I always carry my bag around. It has all of money since I don't believe in credit cards. 

Some came at me from the side, running from something. They fell on top of me, clearly not seeing me. 

The headphones that I had on, fell off. I blushed a bit as the stranger was rather handsome, but frowned as I saw the crack on his skull. 

I rolled us over to where I was on top and got off of him. I picked up my bag and headphones, I then pulled the stranger up and tugged me along with me to my house. 

It was small and secure, no one really could get in it without me knowing in a second. I forced the injuried monster into the house with me, locking the door behind us.

"Go to the kitchen, don't touch anything, the alarm is still on. The kitchen is first right, down the hall." I told him quickly, going up stairs to my medicne room. It was flu season and my best friends, mostly Sprinkle and Goth, get into fights. I and my half bro usual heal them. 

I grabbed the med-kit and threw my bag into my secret cabinet, befor I headed down stairs to the kitchen. 

The stranger was sitting there quietly, waiting for me. He had these YO_LO glasses with theis rainbow mess of a jacket. It was a bit tattered and it clearly hadn't been washed as there was some dried blood on it. 

I sighed lowly setting the med-kit down. 

"Jacket and shirt off, let me see what I'm dealing with." I demanded, trying not to blush too much.

The skeleton opened their mouth to say something, but a sharp look from me made them silent and just do what I asked them too. Their ribs were just barely even hanging on! One side had a bandage loosly wrapped around a bleeding rib. His soul was no where in his ribcage, meaning that it was moved somewhere else as the body naturally would do that. 

I groaned. This much more than what Goth does. Sprinkle goes over board, but his Dad is Dust so that's something. I still though haven't seen anything like this before!

"I don't get why you people fight." I opened the kit and pulled out some gauze, peroxide and alcohol. "Take a swig of this." I pushed the bottle into his hands. 

He did as I asked and took a large swig of the beverage. He seemed confused as he looked at me. I ignored this as I started to unwrap the loose bandage. Once that was done, I cleaned the wounds. He grunted and hissed, trying not to flinch away.

"Oh, hush. If you can take the beating, you're gonna take me healing you without a sound." I warned him. 

He nodded, staying perfectly still, biting his lip to stay silent. I nodded in approval, finishing off his ribs with gauze tightly around his rib cage. 

"Take off the glasses, I need to heal that crack." I used a small hand towel to wipe off the a bits of blood from my hands. The crack was bad... It needed to be healed, not cleaned and wrapped. 

The guy sighed, knowing I wasn't going to take no for an answer. He half-heartedly took of his shades, his eyes closed. I didn't question why he did that, I just placed my hands where the worst of the cracks were. 

This time he jerked a bit, groaning in pain. I winced myself as it began to bleed again. 

"Please don't move... I need to heal it." I whispered, trying to keep myself from bursting to tears.