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Sounds painful.

[Chatty McChatterson, right here. Mostly because he ditched his tail, he's feeling good and hey. Why the hell not.]

"Feels pretty painful too." And he's pretty sure it's been coate in Wolf's Bane, because that'd be a good ending to the day. He's eyes it with disdain, knowing he's going to have to pull it out sooner or later.

Well, sooner.

"Congratulations, we're officially in the same boat with that one."

At least there were no actual hunters in the area, just there little booby traps. He hoped.

"Can't hear anything. Think it's just us."

Yeah, hopefully. But she's understandably worried now, looking over her shoulder as if expecting Allison to pop out and start shooting some more. She wouldn't leave Isaac's side, but she wouldn't last as many shots to the chest as Boyd did when he came back for her.

She kneels down next to him. "I think we should take it out, at least it can start to heal a little."

Her unease puts Isaac on edge and he glances around, looking for a threat, reaching forward to clutch at her wrist. "Yeah, okay. You'll do it, right?" He might have been tough enough to pull the arrow out of her, he couldn't face the idea of pulling it out from where it had tried to wedge itself under his knee cap.

She nods, covering his hand with hers. "I've got it," she answers, but means I've got you, you can let go. She brings her hand down to wrap it around the tail of the arrow, snapping it off. At least he's lucky it went clean through, so she won't rip any tendon that hasn't been ripped already. With a tiny wince, she grabs the arrowhead, and pulls it out in one, fast go.

Isaac feels himself go tense in preparation, breathing harsh and shallow. Claws dig harsh into the ground, tearing at the dirt and grass beneath his hands. He bites his lip to keep from crying out at the pain as the arrow is torn from his leg.

It starts to heal straight away, and Isaac can feel the tissue knitting back together. "Ow."

Edited 2012-09-03 11:43 (UTC)

"Well, the good news is there was no wolf's bane in it," she says, throwing the offensive weapon far away. "Sorry about the yank, princess. Come on, let's get out of here."

"I knew that." But the reassurance really doesn't hurt, so he offers a soft smile in thanks. "Yeah. Sounds like a plan. Help me up? Dunno if I can put weight on it just yet."

She gives him one in return, and stands up, offering him both hands. "Sure."

Looks painful, but really that's just belaboring the point.

To stay or go, that's the decision he has to make now; shorten his head start or help the kid he doesn't know with his own problem that may or may not be related. It's not like anybody he knows uses arrows. At least, nobody that hasn't already gotten out.

Fine. Stay for now, see what he's got. Leave later.

"Want a hand?"

Isaac takes both hands and uses them to pull himself up, balancing most of his weight on his left leg. "Let's get out of here, yeah?

"Also, we need to go shopping. I'm gunna need new jeans."

"Right. Out of the way of danger first, fashion choices later," she grumbles, and fits herself under his shoulder to prop him up, taking a step forward.

"Ready?"

"Right." Priorities. Of course. But seriously. His jeans! These were his favourite. And he's pretty sure Erica had chosen them for him.

"Yeah." A pause. "Your place?"

She nods. "It's closer, so yes." And if the wound shows any sign of not healing well, she can text Derek to come over, rather than walk all the way to the warehouse in the dead of the night with a wounded werewolf leaning against her. She starts walking.

The pain isn't as intense now with the arrow removed, but it's slow to heal and it's taking all he has to put any weight down on it in order to keep walking. "Still feels like miles."

"I can carry you if you want."

"That won't be necessary." For one, he won't saddle her with that obligation, but he doesn't need to feel completely immasculated by this experience.

She shrugs - men. "Offer's still on the table. Less talking, more hopping home."

"I'll be fine." He can already put more weight on it than he could two minutes ago.