After nursing Joe’s gunshot wound Molly attended to his stab wound.
“She got you good” she whistled admiring. She took a dampened cloth and pressed it against the wound. “Any longer and you’d have gotten an infection which would’ve killed you”
Once the injury was cleaned she took needle and thread. “This might hurt a bit”
“Just…go on. Do whatever you need to do” Joe moaned, not very pleased with the prospect of having a thick needle forced through his skin, but he bit through the pain.
“You might want to remember this pain” Emma advised him, while caressing his hair. “When the time comes to kill Claire, you’ll make her suffer twice as much as she made you”
“Emma?” Joe said, looking her straight in the eyes. “Never has the sound of your voice been so irritating, so please indulge us, if you know what I mean”
Offended Emma stood. “You’re an ass” she said mad and hurt, before storming off to the kitchen. Joe and Molly decided not to pay any attention to it.
Ten minutos later Joe was all patched up. He leaned backwards and closed his eyes. “Would you mind and check on Emma?”
“Of course” Molly replied and she stood, collecting the bloodied cloths. She walked to the kitchen, where she found Emma sitting at the cozinha table, her head resting on her arms. Molly threw the cloths in the garbage and walked to Emma.
“You okay?” she asked casual. Emma didn’t respond and Molly tapped her shoulder. “Emma? Wake up” she ordered. She pushed Emma upright and noticed how pale she was. A dark red stain on her light blue shirt.
She opened the camisa and held her breath. Emma’s ‘scratch’ had begun to suppurate. “Damn it, you idiot” she breathed anxious.
She pulled Emma up and dragged her to the living room.
“What’s the matter?” Joe asked as she walked past him.
“Her wound’s infected. I need to get her to the bathroom” Molly answered agitated. “It’s upstairs, so I’m going to need your help”
Joe stood and walked to them. Even though he was still in pain he lifted Emma in his arms and carried her up the stairs.
Molly led him to the bathroom where she told him to lay her in the tub. She opened the chuveiro tap and let the cold water pour on the infection.
“There’s a box of Ibuprofen in the cupboard. Take it and then get some water” Molly ordered. Joe did what he was told, though he didn’t like being bossed around. He gave the pill and the glass of water to Emma, just when Molly stopped moisturizing the wound.
She dapped the wound with a compress and wrapped a bandage around it. “Take her to my bedroom”
“She got you good” she whistled admiring. She took a dampened cloth and pressed it against the wound. “Any longer and you’d have gotten an infection which would’ve killed you”
Once the injury was cleaned she took needle and thread. “This might hurt a bit”
“Just…go on. Do whatever you need to do” Joe moaned, not very pleased with the prospect of having a thick needle forced through his skin, but he bit through the pain.
“You might want to remember this pain” Emma advised him, while caressing his hair. “When the time comes to kill Claire, you’ll make her suffer twice as much as she made you”
“Emma?” Joe said, looking her straight in the eyes. “Never has the sound of your voice been so irritating, so please indulge us, if you know what I mean”
Offended Emma stood. “You’re an ass” she said mad and hurt, before storming off to the kitchen. Joe and Molly decided not to pay any attention to it.
Ten minutos later Joe was all patched up. He leaned backwards and closed his eyes. “Would you mind and check on Emma?”
“Of course” Molly replied and she stood, collecting the bloodied cloths. She walked to the kitchen, where she found Emma sitting at the cozinha table, her head resting on her arms. Molly threw the cloths in the garbage and walked to Emma.
“You okay?” she asked casual. Emma didn’t respond and Molly tapped her shoulder. “Emma? Wake up” she ordered. She pushed Emma upright and noticed how pale she was. A dark red stain on her light blue shirt.
She opened the camisa and held her breath. Emma’s ‘scratch’ had begun to suppurate. “Damn it, you idiot” she breathed anxious.
She pulled Emma up and dragged her to the living room.
“What’s the matter?” Joe asked as she walked past him.
“Her wound’s infected. I need to get her to the bathroom” Molly answered agitated. “It’s upstairs, so I’m going to need your help”
Joe stood and walked to them. Even though he was still in pain he lifted Emma in his arms and carried her up the stairs.
Molly led him to the bathroom where she told him to lay her in the tub. She opened the chuveiro tap and let the cold water pour on the infection.
“There’s a box of Ibuprofen in the cupboard. Take it and then get some water” Molly ordered. Joe did what he was told, though he didn’t like being bossed around. He gave the pill and the glass of water to Emma, just when Molly stopped moisturizing the wound.
She dapped the wound with a compress and wrapped a bandage around it. “Take her to my bedroom”