🐍 ┊ hand remained outstretched for her to take, even if she’d not yet done so. “ you need medical attention. “ the lust previously full blown dulled a bit, seeing as the new target was no where around. it was down, though must not be forgotten. obliviousness could be one’s downfall – or at least ANYONE IN HIS WAY ’s downfall.
she seemed…. nervous, for reasons understood. an attack like this, to someone lacking knowledge of an ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM, would surely feel such a way. he felt bad, at least a little, but he knew soon the man responsible would get what was coming — get what they deserved.
“ please, let me help you. “ there was a first-aid kit in his classroom ( there had to be with all the guns, even if they WERE just bb’s the children had to wield ), that should clean her up as best he could before seeing if she needed a hospital.
Disbelieve was laced in her words as she stared blankly at the boy,
A small hand reaching up to touch the side of her head, wincing at the
pain on contact. How did she get that? Lowering her hand, her gaze
lingered upon her bloody fingers. It was that serious? Questions
circled in her mind, dizzying her. But no matter how hard she tried to
remember, nothing came to mind. It was hazy, with blurred images
running about. There was shouting, and gunfire. But that was all she
could picture. His voice broke her from her dazed thoughts, gazing up
towards him once more.
She was hesitant at first, before fingers laced to wrap around his offered
hand. Her better judgement was hazed, but she knew he wasn’t bad.