Shippies arn't so bad... are they? :MATURE:

Carlos stood next to the bed that his friend lay on, a slight smile on his face. "You did good, you know."

After half an hour the red head had calmed down and was laid down in the back of the ambulance, still terrorfied but not as much as he had been.

Sighing deeply, Carlos decided to stay by his friend knowing that he would need support.

As the medics started to sort the younger male out he started to panic. Cursing one of the medics yelled that they needed to get him into the ambulance incase he went into some form of seizure.

Raising himself to full height, Carlos stood aside to allow the medics to do their job.

A medic made their way towards the two after jumping out of the ambulance.

Rubbing Skye on the back gently, he kept on the look out for any on coming emergency vehicles.

Skye nodded the best he could, which wasn't very well. He'd lost an awful lot of blood.

Looking up in the direction of the sirens, a smile appeared on the older males face. "You should be okay." He said reassuringly.

A small smile found it's way onto the red heads lips.

After 5 minutes the ambulances sirens could be heard approaching the pair.

"I'm only telling you to do this because I care about you." He said as he continued to tie more bits of ripped fabric around the red heads wrist.

Again he fell silent, totally giving up. He thought Carlos was still furious with him.

"When I say keep quiet, I mean shut up." He said matter of factly, not looking up to face his friend.

"B-b-but I am....."

((lolololololol))

"Didn't I tell you to keep quiet? You need to save your energy." He said sternly, still trying to stop the blood from flowing out of the red heads wrist.

To tell the truth, Carlos wasn't really helping. The red head continued to shake.
"I'm really really sorry..."
(( >_> .. pretend his voice is shaky.. <_< ))

Quickly finishing the call, he put his phone away and began to instruct Skye the easiest ways to stay calm.

Nodding feebly the red head attempted not to panic as much as he was.

Grumbling as he pulled out his phone, he told the red head to stay calm as he dialed for an ambulance.

Skye shut up, closing his eyes at the same time. Tears continued to trickle down his cheeks as his body started to shake from the effort of staying awake. The blood poured from his wrist though Carlos' attempts did help a small amount they weren't going to stop it all.

"Just keep your mouth shut and save your energy." He snarled as he continued to try to stop the bleeding from his friends wrist.

Skye yelped in pain as Carlos did so.
"I-I'm so-s-s-s-sorry..." he cried quietly.

((I doesn't like typing with the wiimote ): ))

Noticing his friend, he cursed under his breath and knelt next to him. Inspecting his friends wrist, he glared. "You're an idiot sometimes." The dark haired man growled and snatched his knife back. Cutting some of his grey shirt off, he tied it tightly around the red heads wrist.

Skye sat, with gritted teeth, trying not to cry, though he was clearly failing as tears trickled down his cheeks. He felt like a complete fool.

Looking around as he heard the yell, Carlos began to sprint in the direction it had come from.