Van Helsing

"If I were in your position you'd be worrying sick trying to sort me out." He replied and pulled Skye closer, tending to his wounds.

The red head flinched and tried to pull away.
"It'll be fine as it is!!"

Carlos shrugged and led Skye into the building where they had been until he ran off. Settling Skye down on a bed, he rummaged around for bandages to stop the bleeding of the bite and support his broken arm. After spend sometime searching, he began to sort out Skye's wounds.

He shook his head and told Carlos he didn't need to worry and to take Skye inside and get him sorted out.

Carlos raised an eyebrow, confused on how there could be anymore danger in one place. "...Look out for what?"

Helsing sighed "I'm sorry about that.. I had to get back here, I'm suposed to be on the look out for something..."

"Well, duh." Carlos started as he reached Helsing. "I don't just leave people, unlike some people." He said, glaring slightly.

The shout made the older male jump and look at the two in suprise. His jaw almost dropped but he managed to stop it.
".... You actually went to get him?!"
Skye grumbled something along the lines of "thanks... for sounding suprised"

Noticing Helsing, Carlos smirked slightly. "Oi! Leave us, will ya?!" He called out jokingly, leading Skye over to him. "You wont get rid of us that easily."

Helsing was stood outside the place where they'd both ran from looking at up at the sky wondering if the two were ok.

Rolling his eyes, a smile appeared on Carlos' face as he looked at his friend. He was glad he was alive.

He led the both of them back to the village that Helsing had brought them too before. He looked around unsure of Helsing would still be there.

Skye chuckled weakly "Maybe I am... I dunno..."
Letting Carlos lead him away he wondered if Helsing would believe the lies he told about himself.

Raising an eyebrow slightly, he looked at Skye with a skeptical look. "Sometimes I think you are insane." He said honestly. Letting Skye lean on him, they both decided it would be safer to leave the forest.

"Yeah I mean it could have been worse? You never know what kinda things are gunna lurk around here! It could have been an old man with rabies!"

The older male couldn't help but smile at that comment.
"Just a broken arm and a bite?" He snorted, shaking his head slightly. "'Least it was only a werewolf this time."

The red head smiled weakly.
"Just a broken arm and a bite.. nothing too bad.."

Catching his breath, he looked over at Skye and walked over to him. "Thank god, you're okay." Carlos said truthfully, looking Carlos over making sure he was okay.

The werewolf had been dazed to begin with, but being hit around the head with a large peice of wood? It caused the werewolf to fall unconcious and hit the ground with a loud thud.
Skye was shocked to see Carlos.

Seeing the large animal ahead, he lifted a large log of wood and charged at the beast.
Thwacking the werewolf over the head with the log, he hoped it would force it to fall unconscious.

The beast wasn't too far ahead, it had decided to stop and toy with Skye for a while. Skye standing leaning against a tree with blood pouring from the bite. He glared at the thing and only just managed to dodge the tackle.
Watching the wolf hit it's head against the tree he tried not to laugh.

Growling slightly, Carlos glared in the direction the werewolf had left with Skye. Clenching his fists he began to run in the same direction, hoping to find where they were.

He sighed and watched Carlos. Helsing was sorry and he knew the red head would still be alive.
"I tried to stop him when he tried to run out after you, I let it slip that there was a werewolf out...."
Feeling guilty about the whole thing he turned and walked away.

Glaring up at Helsing, he stood up and walked towards him. "Sorry isn't gonna bring him back, is it?!" He growled. "And guess what? If he's still alive there's gonna be another werewolf around here by tomorrow night!" Turning away he began to pace back and forth trying to calm himself.

Helsing walked into the clearing and looked down at Carlos, guessing what had happened he sighed.
"Sorry...."

Carlos sighed deeply at the loss of his friend, standing up with a slight stumbled. He stared at the ground. Clenching his fists, he saw no reason in chasing the werewolf now. It was probably long gone. He needed to take his anger out on something. The nearest thing; a tree. Snarling angrily, he slammed his fist into the tall tree. He tried not to show how much pain the punch had caused him, slumping back down he stared at his now red knuckles.