{"sf1_id":607806,"sf2_id":"Vm2AMQge","title":"Scarred Love (Page Seven)","author":"Sorana_Mercy","words":353,"posted_at":"2013-10-29T04:16:00.000Z","tags":["Alvara","Blood","Sorana","sewing"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/607806-scarred-love-page-seven","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Vm2AMQge","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/0f/72/0f72ddf3-54d2-4739-a038-1dc58903c163","description":"#7 of Scarred Love\n\nNew page of Scarred Love, please comment!","content":"\"Don't worry, they are gone.\" I said glancing around the room and didn't see the older guy either, and I didn't hear anything, so he had most likely left when his friend went running, Alvara dropped the candlestick and came down the stairs.\n\n\"Are you alright?\" She asked worridly. \"Yes, why?\" I questioned, other then a bump on my head, I was fine. \"Your bleeding.\" She said and was looking at the side of my head, maybe it wasn't just a bump...\n\nI reached up and felt around where I'd hit it, and indeed, a wet subtance coated my fingers, pulling my hand back into sight I saw the crimson fluid covering my hand. \"Let me get some bandages!\" She said hurridly and ran back up the stairs.\n\nI sighed and walked into the livingroom I had sat in the day before, and plopped down onto the couch with a groan, it seemed that now that I had saw the blood and knew how bad my head was, that it hurt so much worse.\n\n\"Here.\" I jumped, I didn't even hear her come down the stairs, she turned me to the side and sat behind me, and sat down a pail of water and began dabbing at the wound with a rag, I winched at the sting but inhaled sharply and held my breath for a few seconds and inhaled between dabs.\n\n\"It is quite a cut, but I will sew it right up for you.\" She said, I could hear the normal gentle smile in her voice. \"Alright, thank you Alvara.\" I said sighing again and moving my head forward for her, I heard some rustling as she was moving things around in a basket.\n\nI peeked over at her and saw her removing a needle and thread, moving my head back around I waited for the first prick. \"Okay, I'm going to get started, tell me if you want me to pause every now and then.\" She said, a moment later I felt the prick as she began painfully sewing up the gash. _'This is going to be a long morning...'_\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Scarred Love","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/607803-scarred-love-page-six.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/607808-scarred-love-page-eight.json"}}