Have any of you heard of Sally Lockhart? I mean the books by Philip Pullman.
I love how randomly we have two people who both USED to live in the same country, both moved, and now both live in the same country again.
Nan~ Kay, but try to keep it a bit related.
Where do you live in the USA?
Seth raised his eyebrows. "Really?" he asked, disbelieving.
I glared at him. "Yes. So tell me."
"Well, we... got rid of the bloodsucker--" Seth began, slightly reluctantly.
"Adolf," I interrupted. Seth rolled his eyes.
"After we ripped Adolf
to pieces, Clove got a lighter, and we burned it--him. Embry hadn't put his pants on." Seth snorted. "You fainted and hit your head on a rock. And then we changed back. And I picked you up and am going to take you home so you can go to the hospital. I looks bad," Seth said, concern colouring his voice.
My face, already white, somehow got even more pale as the blood rushed from my face. "Not the hospital," I whispered frantically. "Please, anything, anything, not the hospital."
Seth looked at me in confusion. "Why? Your head looks real bad, Maeve."
I uncrossed my arms and curled up into a ball. "Promise. Promise no hospitals," I demanded, my voice muffled in my arms.
"Okay, Mae, but we have to get it treated," Seth said. I searched my no-longer groggy mind for a solution.
"My mom's a nurse," I suggested. "She could look at me. Just no hospitals."
"Okay, Mae. I'll take you home. But why no hospitals?" Seth wondered. I shook my head.
~h. f. e. l.