http://xena-warrior.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] xena-warrior.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] call_me_snake 2007-03-09 11:34 am (UTC)

Do not think of your bike now
She has told, supporting him on a way to a couch. His obstinacy irritated her, but she has not given it out.
Having convinced, that Snake lain on a couch, Xena took bourbon from the son and splashed it in a glass. Then put it in Snake's palm.
While he drunk it, she took the necessary tools and medicines from the first-aid kit and called the son.

Solan, take a lamp and hold it here so that I could see a wound.
He nodded and took a place near a couch.
Are you alright, son?
Xena asked, digging in the first-aid kit. Having found out a bottle with medical spirit, she opened it and smelt its content wrinkling nose. Solan has looked at Snake and his shoulder stained with blood, gulped and replied firmly
I am fine. I am not afraid of blood.

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