Chapter 29 - : Underwear? (2/2)
She grops around my ankle for a while. I'm grinning for the pain. Then she shakes her head and says: ”I don't know, it's supposed to be OK. But it could also be something wrong with your joint. I can't say it yet now.”
Then she shuts up and looks gloomy. I whispers to her: ”Those people are coming for you! We fell down and they might catch up soon. My foot is hurt. You just run and find somewhere to hide. Do you have a phone? Just call for the help!”
She hums and says: ”Go? Where can I go now? Where do I have a telephone? Even if I have, it would be broken already,” After a while, she adds, ”They are not trying to kill me, otherwise they have already use the gun. It seems to be trying to catch me back…” Speaking of this, she lowers her head and thinking.
I sigh: ”Don't think now. Hurry up and just go somewhere else. Most of them will come down to catch you. ”
”What about you?”
I suddenly get angry: ”So many nonsense! Of course I sit here waiting! They're catching you, not me! When they find me, I'll lie on the ground, pretend to be dead, pretend to be dizzy, and they won't kill me!” Speaking of this, I can't help closing my mouth.
Kill me, they are really able to do that! Since they want to catch Vivi Young back, there is no reason to keep me alive.
She has stood up, ignoreing me, and walking away.
I am stunned. Is this real? She just walk away without a word?
But she just walks away a few steps, then turns around and comes back with a stick she has picked up from the ground. She throws it to me, then comes and grabs me by the shoulder and lifts me up.
”You hold the stick, and I hold you. We can't wait here for die. I don't have a phone and I can't get in touch with my guys! It's quite a few kilometres away from the hotel. We are not able to shout for help.” She pulls my arm around the back of her neck. I'm snorting. This arm is broken. She pulls it too hard to let me almost screaming out.
”Hurry up! Do you want to die?” She's yelling in low voice. I know I can't waste time, just grit my teeth and bear it. The other hand grabs the stick to support my weight.
At first, I am embarrassed to put all the weight on her. But after all, I can't hold on after two steps. Finally, the whole weight of my body has transferred from the stick to her.
The two of us walk towards the bushes and listen carefully to the movements around. It is dark in the woods, but fortunately I practiced kongfu when I was young, and my vision in the dark is much better than normal people. I look at the surroundings and point the direction.
The two of us stumble for about five or six minutes, about three hundred meters out, and I really can't hold on. I see a small depressed area in the left side of the hill, and point it to Young: ”That place should be able to hide for a while.”
Close up, we find it is really a secret place. There are two trees in front of it. The depressed area is two meters deep, almost sort of a cave, but it looks more like a spoon.
Just a few minute's walking, blood flows from my head and down my neck, and some blood flows down my arm to her neck. We go into the spoon and sit down. She feels the stickiness on her neck, and finds the blood on her hand and frowns:” You are bleeding so hard!”
I smile weakly: ”Nonsense! You just try to fall from this height?” After saying this sentence, I feel wrong. She also fell down the same like me. After thinking, I laugh and say, ”I am bleeding for you! All the way down, I was in front of you as a mattress, so that I suffered the wounds alone and blood must be flowed a little bit more.”
She does not speak, hugs my neck and head, comes over and examines for a few times. Her tone is a little grave: ”You've hurt on your head before? The wound has broken down again.”
”I'm recently in the sworm revenge period, the blood disaster you know!” I shake my head powerless, but stop quickly. Because I feel dizzy when I'm shaking my head.
”Lie down!” She pushes me to the ground and suddenly glares at me, ”Close your eyes and don't you dare look!”
Then she turns around and opens the zipper of her leather coat. I see from the back that she tears it hard on her inner clothes. Then she closes the zipper again, turns around and looks at me without saying a word. She takes a piece of cloth on her hand and wipes the blood off my head and carefully bandages it.
My nose is full of the smell of the blood. But from the cloth on my head, I still smell a touch of fragrance. A thought comes to my mind. Is this hers underwear?