“Shimmer, looks more like a fuckin’ gash to me!” Demencia fretted.
Shimmer blushed as she looked down at her arm, a chunk of flesh nearly missing as she said, “I-I’m ok, babe! Really!”
“No, no, you’re not! Hang on!” Demencia unzipped her jacket, pulling it off. She had a bra on underneath so thankfully she didn’t have to go topless to do this. But she used the sweater as a make-shift towel to both put pressure on the wound and stop the bleeding. “Hold it in place and put pressure on it. I’m gonna go in the mansion to get real bandages. Might take a sec! Don’t pass out!”
Shimmer giggled, almost drunkenly as she saw Dem take off her jacket. But that giggle turned into a painful hiss as she felt an intense searing pain shoot up her arm. She didn’t hear what was said, but she saw Demencia start to leave… no! She didn’t want that!
“Nooo… Demmy, don’t leave me!…”
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