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@khancrackers replied to your post: should i post a gay bit of tsiy or a sad bit

Gay

I cut the shirt off her and balled it up on the table. There was, Jesus, a lot of blood. Even the part of my brain constantly yelling about Izzy was worried about how much blood there was. She was slumped over to one side, clearly exhausted. "You'll have to... help me," she said, fighting for breath. "Wash.....disinfect....bandage."

I filled a bowl with hot water, figuring that was probably cleaner, and knelt beside her with the water and first-aid kit. "Hang on," I said, struggling to get the words out calmly. "You're doing great." I wet a towel and started dabbing away the blood, whispering to her every time she flinched or let out sound. "It's okay," I said as I washed out the insides of the wounds, as gently as I could. "Don't worry," I said as I poked the disinfectant wipe along the worst of the injuries, a gouge across her stomach -- shallow, I think, but wide. "No problem," I said, helping her slowly struggle out of her jeans to get at the bite marks on her calf, thanking God that whatever crazy martial arts she knew had kept the hellhound from getting a good grip on her. "You're okay," I said as I cleaned the cut above her eye, our faces inches apart. I was determined to focus on the cut, but my eyes flickered to hers, and they were closed.

"Mm," Izzy said, leaning into me. I tried to catch her and stand her back up without touching any wounds or underwear, but she was going boneless on me. "Y're g'd 't this." She actually literally nuzzled me a little, and I thought I was going insane. No, of course, she was, because she'd taken about half the damn bottle of painkillers.

Shit. How was I going to get her back to my room? There was no way she was getting home like this. "Hey," I said, gently shaking her shoulder. "Wake up. Time to move."

Izzy protested, but her eyes fluttered open, and after a minute or two, focused. "Damn," she said, pulling herself upright. I was glad she wasn't unconscious, even if my skin protested at the loss of contact. "Fuck. Alright. I'm good. No, I'm good." We wobbled on over to the stairs and made our way up, one step at a time. She was too tired to protest when I deposited her in my bed, making sure to pull extra covers over her on account of not exactly being in pajamas. I switched off the light and she said "Hey. Iris."

I turned to her. It was dark, and I think her eyes were closed, but still. "Yeah?"

"Are you gonna talk to your dad tonight?"

"No," I said, checking my phone. "It's past midnight. Also I'm wiped."

"Thanks," she mumbled. "For patching me up. Took a long time."

"Thanks for helping me break in and getting bit by dogs," I said. Izzy laughed sleepily. "Goodnight," I said, but she didn't respond.