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

"He needs your attention at the moment." The older male said and pointed at the red head with his non-battered hand.

She raised an eyebrow, before she could say anything the red head burst into yet another coughing fit.

Glaring slightly at the red head, he turned and smiled at the medic. "It's nothing. Just washing my hands."

The red could smell the blood.
"... check him out first please.."
Blinking the meidc turned to see Carlos washing his knuckles.

Carlos followed the woman into the room, as she became more concerned with Skye the dark haired male snuck over to the sink and began to wash his knuckles.

The woman nodded, walked over towards the room Carlos had indicated and opened the door.
Skye was sat on the edge of the bath looking at her.

The dark haired male point to the bathroom with his non-battered hand. "Just in there."

"Which way?" She asked
Skye could hear the two making their way towards the bathroom. He quickly washed the blood from his mouth and his hands.

Letting out a shaky sigh, Carlos closed the door and followed her.

She raised an eyebrow at Carlos' odd behaviour before walking upstairs.

"Upstairs." He spoke plainly, covering his battered fist with his sleeve.

"Where is he?" she asked

Carlos nodded. "Yeah." His voice was slightly shaky, caused by the pain in his knuckles.

"Are you the man who called? About his friend?"

Carlos' knuckles were now bloody and sore, as he flexed his fist he gritted his teeth in pain. Letting out a sigh, he walked out of his room and down the stairs to answer the door. Making his his fist was hidden, he opened the door.

After a few minutes the ambulance pulled up outside Carlos' door. A woman stepped out and knocked on the front door.

The only reason Carlos had left the room was he could feel his anger building up at Skye's stupidity. Growling angrily, he slammed his fist into a wall uncaring of the pain as long as he could take his anger out on something.

The red head looked at the floor in shame, he didn't want to die. He was just scared of what people might do if they found out what he was.

Carlos let go of the red heads arm with a sigh. "Sometimes I think you want to die." Carlos sighed before walking away and into his room, closing the door behind him.

Wincing Skye tried to get Carlos' hand off of his arm.
"C-Carlos that hurts.. let go.. please"

The dark haired male growled angrily and clasped his hand around the red heads arm. "I'd rather have to explain about you having no heart beat than have you die." He snarled.

Skye glared and tried to push Carlos in an attempt to get out of the house before the ambulance got there.

Carlos sighed. "We'll say I'm electromagnetised and therefore fuck up anything electrical!" The dark haired male was begin to show his annoyance by making up stupid excuses.

"THEY'LL TRY DIFFERENT MONITORS CARLOS!" The red head was panicing, really badly.

"We tell them their equipment is faulty." Carlos said, trying not to snap at his friend though his fists where now clenched tightly.