The Definite or Defiant ~1x1~ V.1

[.:TenorMahol:.]

"Mine does not count." I said and set down my sword sheath. I gestured for her to follow as I went to the first door, mine. "This is my room." I opened the door. It was a master bedroom, with a king-size bed. The walls were all a light blue, and there was a white, gold-edged dresser. There was a chandelier on the ceiling with beautiful diamonds. True diamonds. The bed was made. I looked at Trish, then shut the door. "All the other rooms look exactly like that, except the walls are white. But we can paint them to fit your tastes." I said.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

She stared at the door for a second and then quickly shook her head. "No, I shouldn't stay here long. Thank you, but I really think that I'll be better in, like, a day. Maybe two."

[.:TenorMahol:.]

"You may be better but that doesn't mean you should go off and get yourself hurt again." I walked to the next room and opened the door.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

Trish let out a soft sigh as she followed me. "Okay. . . I'll stay a little longer." It didn't sound like she meant it at all.

[.:TenorMahol:.]

Trish

"I'm going to go sit down again but there's a bag of gold coins in all of the dressers, and three in mine. Take some of the coins and buy yourself some new clothes. If you want." He went over and sat down on the couch, picking up his sword again and polishing it. Then he picked up his guns and watched out the window.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

"Oh... Thank you." After that I walked into the room, not bothering to shut the door. I could still see the guy as I set the crutches aside and limped to the bed. I looked down at myself. Man was I a mess. Then I brought a slightly bloody hand so that I could see it. Ugh. There was a piece of glass stuck in it! No wonder it hurt. I stood up again and grabbed the crutches, going to the bathroom (what I assumed to be the bathroom) to wash off my hands and try to get the glass out.

[.:TenorMahol:.]

The door opened further. Trace came up to me. "Can I help?" He asked, then added softly, "I'll go buy you new clothes after this so you can take a shower before bed, and the clothes will be on the counter when you get out." He whispered.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

He would really do that for me...? "You...- You don't have to." I smiled softly, looking at Trace. "I can go to town in a minute and get the clothes so I can take a shower. I'm intruding in the first place, and I really don't want to be a burden while I'm here." I looked back at the sink and turned the handle up. Then I put my hands under the water. Boy did they sting. . .

[.:TenorMahol:.]

"It's not being a burden." He picked up my hand and took it out of the water. He set my hand on a laid-out towel, then he gently dried it, just dabbing. He looked at the piece of glass, then picked up a lighter and said, "It may sting, okay? Just don't move." He said gently and got tweezers. He lit the lighter and held it up about a centimeter from my hand, making the skin slightly go down around the glass, then he took out the glass and put my hand under the cold water. He turned off the lighter. "Sorry if it hurt." He whispered.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

I shook my head and looked up at him. I smiled. "Thank you very much. Where'd you learn that fire trick-thing?" I asked him.