Survival
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS
and the CW network. I mean no infringement of any sort and am only using the
characters for personal enjoyment and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE,
CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS
NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM!
I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
This story is told from Catherine's POV, in the first person. May throw in
Vincent's POV down the line.
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Chapter 9
As I stared at Vincent, I realized I had to get it together. I had to take
care of his wounds, before they got infected. That meant water. And clean
cloths. God, I wish I had some kind of germ killer.......
Wait........
The other bags. Maybe someone packed something I could use.
I hurried over to the other bags, and scavenged through them. I found several
large T-Shirts and sweaters, and pulled them out quickly. I also founds some
wet-wipes, and a small tube of Neosporin. I also found a small bottle of
Tylenol. I panicked, realizing these few items wouldn't be enough. I grabbed my
loot, grabbing a couple bottles of water as well, and hurried back to Vincent.
He hadn't moved, and panic set in.
"Vincent?" I said, shaking him gently. His body moved slightly with my shake,
but otherwise he didn't respond. I shook harder. "Vincent!" I cried, slightly
louder. This time, he groaned. "Vincent, can you hear me? Vincent? Can you
answer me?"
"Cat-" he groaned out, and it was music to my ears. I shifted his head, so
that he was facing me. His eyes opened. They were glassy with pain.
"Hey!" I exclaimed softly. I pushed his hair back from his face. "Are you in
a lot of pain?"
"Be-ar?" He asked.
"It's gone. It disappeared after it swiped at you," I said, as I sifted my
hands through his hair.
"You.......o-kay?"
"I'm okay, Vincent. I'm okay. You protected me. You kept me safe."
"Always......want to........"
I stared at him, shocked. What did he mean by that?
"Cat......" he moaned again. I gripped his hand.
"What do you need Vincent?"
"Need......you......" he mumbled.
"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. But, I need to clean your wounds. I
need to get the blood and dirt cleaned out."
Vincent nodded slightly, and I set my jaw, pushing my feelings aside for the
moment. I need to focus on the task in front of me. I ripped his shirt down the
middle of his back, leaving it to lay on either side of him. "I'm
sorry, Vincent.......but this will probably hurt......"
I wet one of the shirts with water, and placed it on his skin. He jerked, but
otherwise didn't respond.
I cleaned as best I could, looking at his face every so often. His eyes were
closed, and his face betrayed nothing. I couldn't help wondering what was going
through his mind.........
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Vincent's POV
Pain.........so much pain.
Catherine.......safe....
Didn't lose her........
The cold washed over me, startling me. I heard.... her soft voice.
Mumbling.....
"My fault.....this is my fault. Why didn't I run? I was so
stupid....."
I wanted to tell her it wasn't her fault. I wanted to tell her she wasn't to
blame.
She was safe......
That's all that matters to me....
Her small hands brushed over me, cleaning my wounds.
I felt more wetness on my back. It felt like rain....
"I'm so sorry, Vincent. When you get better....."
When I get better....what? What wasn't she saying? Then, I realized. It wasn't rain.....
It was tears.....
Catherine......the strongest person I know......
is crying......
So much I need to tell you, Catherine.....
So much you need to know......
I don't want to die before I tell her.....
the truth........
Cause that would suck royally......
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Catherine's POV
I worked over Vincent as quickly as I could. I cleaned out the wounds, but
they looked so deep. Deeper than I knew was good.
Once I had everything as clean as possible, I covered the claw marks with a
clean shirt. I didn't dare try to move Vincent, knowing even on my best day,
that he was still too heavy for me. I looked around, and spotted the sleeping
bag. I placed it over Vincent, before I moved toward his head.
I sat down, Indian style, putting his head in my lap. Vincent groaned, his
eyes opening slightly. "It's okay, Vincent. Just......rest. I'm not going
anywhere. I'm staying right here," I told him, as I ran my fingers through his
hair again. His eyes closed again.
I sighed. All I can do now.......
Is wait......
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Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS
and the CW network. I mean no infringement of any sort and am only using the
characters for personal enjoyment and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE,
CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS
NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM!
I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
This story is told from Catherine's POV, in the first person. May throw in
Vincent's POV down the line.
#---------
Chapter 9
As I stared at Vincent, I realized I had to get it together. I had to take
care of his wounds, before they got infected. That meant water. And clean
cloths. God, I wish I had some kind of germ killer.......
Wait........
The other bags. Maybe someone packed something I could use.
I hurried over to the other bags, and scavenged through them. I found several
large T-Shirts and sweaters, and pulled them out quickly. I also founds some
wet-wipes, and a small tube of Neosporin. I also found a small bottle of
Tylenol. I panicked, realizing these few items wouldn't be enough. I grabbed my
loot, grabbing a couple bottles of water as well, and hurried back to Vincent.
He hadn't moved, and panic set in.
"Vincent?" I said, shaking him gently. His body moved slightly with my shake,
but otherwise he didn't respond. I shook harder. "Vincent!" I cried, slightly
louder. This time, he groaned. "Vincent, can you hear me? Vincent? Can you
answer me?"
"Cat-" he groaned out, and it was music to my ears. I shifted his head, so
that he was facing me. His eyes opened. They were glassy with pain.
"Hey!" I exclaimed softly. I pushed his hair back from his face. "Are you in
a lot of pain?"
"Be-ar?" He asked.
"It's gone. It disappeared after it swiped at you," I said, as I sifted my
hands through his hair.
"You.......o-kay?"
"I'm okay, Vincent. I'm okay. You protected me. You kept me safe."
"Always......want to........"
I stared at him, shocked. What did he mean by that?
"Cat......" he moaned again. I gripped his hand.
"What do you need Vincent?"
"Need......you......" he mumbled.
"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. But, I need to clean your wounds. I
need to get the blood and dirt cleaned out."
Vincent nodded slightly, and I set my jaw, pushing my feelings aside for the
moment. I need to focus on the task in front of me. I ripped his shirt down the
middle of his back, leaving it to lay on either side of him. "I'm
sorry, Vincent.......but this will probably hurt......"
I wet one of the shirts with water, and placed it on his skin. He jerked, but
otherwise didn't respond.
I cleaned as best I could, looking at his face every so often. His eyes were
closed, and his face betrayed nothing. I couldn't help wondering what was going
through his mind.........
#--------------------------
Vincent's POV
Pain.........so much pain.
Catherine.......safe....
Didn't lose her........
The cold washed over me, startling me. I heard.... her soft voice.
Mumbling.....
"My fault.....this is my fault. Why didn't I run? I was so
stupid....."
I wanted to tell her it wasn't her fault. I wanted to tell her she wasn't to
blame.
She was safe......
That's all that matters to me....
Her small hands brushed over me, cleaning my wounds.
I felt more wetness on my back. It felt like rain....
"I'm so sorry, Vincent. When you get better....."
When I get better....what? What wasn't she saying? Then, I realized. It wasn't rain.....
It was tears.....
Catherine......the strongest person I know......
is crying......
So much I need to tell you, Catherine.....
So much you need to know......
I don't want to die before I tell her.....
the truth........
Cause that would suck royally......
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Catherine's POV
I worked over Vincent as quickly as I could. I cleaned out the wounds, but
they looked so deep. Deeper than I knew was good.
Once I had everything as clean as possible, I covered the claw marks with a
clean shirt. I didn't dare try to move Vincent, knowing even on my best day,
that he was still too heavy for me. I looked around, and spotted the sleeping
bag. I placed it over Vincent, before I moved toward his head.
I sat down, Indian style, putting his head in my lap. Vincent groaned, his
eyes opening slightly. "It's okay, Vincent. Just......rest. I'm not going
anywhere. I'm staying right here," I told him, as I ran my fingers through his
hair again. His eyes closed again.
I sighed. All I can do now.......
Is wait......
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