The Guidance- OLD

[Sabatea]

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Charles left Drake, eyeing him carefully to make sure he was in no condition to run away.

Myra still struggled against Bill, trying to yank her arms out of his grasp when he pulled them around to the back of the chair, binding them together with something.

[BlossomTail]

Drake coughed again, his eyes opening slightly, small drips of blood running down his neck, and to his shirt, along with his bloody nose.

[Sabatea]

Myra glared at the ground, twisting her wrists instinctively in whatever bound her to the chair.

The door opened, a few people walking in this time.

[BlossomTail]

Drake kept his eyes open at the same level, groaning slightly when he saw figures walk toward them.

[Sabatea]

Myra remained unmoving besides the twisting of her wrists.

Two of the group were doctors, that immediantly walked over to Drake.

[BlossomTail]

Drake coughed hard again, glaring at the two people who were nearing him, but he kept still.

[Sabatea]

The doctors crouched beside him, checking him over quickly before they began to work with his wounds.

[BlossomTail]

Drake winced every time they touched one of his wounds, growling weakly at them. When one touched one of his bullet wounds, he yelped softly.

[Sabatea]

Carefully the doctors began to bandage his wounds.

Myra glanced up when she heard his yelp, glaring at the doctors furiously.

[BlossomTail]

Drake coughed again, shaking some from the pain they were giving him. He tried to jerk away from them occasionally, trying to jerk out of the chair.