Tyler just kept on walking. "At this rate we'll get home in about 4 hours. At the rate we were going we would ahve gotten home in about 8. It would be much better for me to rest sooner rather than later." Tyler said quietly, trying not to let pain fill his voice. Andi was right, this was hurting his wounds, but that just gave him more anger... and in this case, more energy. Tyler wasn't trying to insult Andi, but he had already decided if she wanted to walk on her own she would have to force herself out of his arms.

Andi stayed silent as he spoke, he was right she really was slowly them down at the speed she was going. She couldn't help but huff angerly at the thought, another thing he was right about was he needed to rest sooner than later so she just stayed still and let him carry her. She took the time to exam his wounds at the moment, his face needed to be cleaned up from the blood otherwise it would just need to be iced. The wound in his shoulder wasn't small but it wasn't exactly big enough to need stiches so she would need... She rambled on thinking in her brain as she unconsciously stared at Tylers face.

Tyler definetely looked pain. There was pain coarsing through literally every part of his body. His face hurt from being punched... a bunch, his head hurt from being hit with a metal pipe twice, his chest hurt from his broken ribs, his side and stomach hurt from the dagger wound, his shoulder hurt the worst from a dagger wound, a bullet wound, dislocation... and putting it back into the socket, his legs hurt from landing a little wrong as he jumped out of the window, and his other arm hurt because he wrenched it out of the handcuffs. As Tyler thought and listed every thing that hurt he felt like a wuss. He tried to keep his face blank of pain and quickened his pace, knowing that it was only a matter of time before he crumpled onto the ground and din't wake up for a while.

Andi soon just looked in the direction of where they were walking. She started to feel her energy drain from her slowly but knew it wouldn't be much longer until they got there. At least that's what she kept telling herself. "Thank you Tyler... For saving me and everythign else" She said softly breaking the silence

Tyler was walking with his eyes almost closed now. He had been walking for almost 4 hours, and when he opened his eyes a little more, he recognized the woods around them. They were on his property. "My pleasure..." He mumbled, everything started to fade and dim. Tyler forced his eyes opened and kept walking until he saw the cabin. He went inside and set Andi on the couch before slumping onto the floor, not even having enough energy to go to the chair. Tyler passed out three seconds later, blackness slamming into his vision like a hammer to a nail.

Andi closed her eyes taking a deep breathe and kept them close. When she opened them the cabin was in view. She laid still on the couch where Tyler had placed her then watched him pass out on the floor. She still had a little bit of energy left in her so after a few minutes she got up and went to work on his wounds. She wiped his face from all the blood and left a ice pack on his forehead where a red bump was. She cleaned up the stab wound then put some cream on it bfore bandaging it up. She would check on it maybe after a week to see if it needed stitches to help heal. She put all the medical supplies up not really caring enough to clean up her own wounds. As long as Tylers were all good she could rest easy. She flopped back on the couch passing out

Pain... still more pain. It hurt bad enough that not even in his sleep did the pain go away. That, in turn resulted in Tyler waking up shortly after Andi finished bandaging him up for the third (?) time. (I can't even remember at this point...) Tyler sat up with a wince, relieved and annoyed to feel that his wounds had been taken care of. Andi should have just rested... and by the looks of it, she had done nothing with her own wounds. He let out a slow huff of air and sat up, wincing. Tyler was glad that guy didn't do anything to his ribs. He finally stumbled to his feet and leaned up against the wall a moment before checking Andi's arm wound. Then Tyler put some numbing cream on, knowing it needed stitches. He closed his eyes a moment before recalling two things... his medical training, and that he half lied to Andi. Tyler said he didn't know how to stitch things up. The real reason he didn't want to stitch himself up... he wasn't very confident in his abilities, and didn't care as much. Now he cared, and this wound needed to be stitched. Tyler steralized the needle and got it ready, doing a simple stitch in Andi's arm. After he cleaned the wound, of course. Then Tyler checked on her scissor wounds, happy those weren't affected. After that he kind of just sank back onto the floor, closing his eyes

Andi stayed passed out the entire time as Tyler stitched her up. She did shift slightly being uncomfortable. After about 20 minutes of being passed out she wake up feeling groggy. She pushed herself up and felt a surge of pain in her arm. She winced looking at it, the wound had been cleaned and stitched up. Looking down at Tyler she smiled slightly the stitch looked decent and it should hold up good. The wound itself didn't hurt which meant he put numbing cream on it but the surronding area felt like it was on fire. She sank onto the floor beside him biting her lip to not let out a pained yelp. She looked at him trying to figure out if he had passed out again "How are your wounds holding up?" She asked quietly and softly not wantingto wake him up if he was passed out

Tyler didn't move.. or speak... or really breath, for that matter. He was taking shallow enough breaths that it really looked like he wasn't breathing at all. -Talk about a bad way to freak Andi out- Tyler thought, opening his eyes as she spoke. "Much better than my brain is." he answered quietly, his voice raspy and hoarse. Tyler glanced at Andi before turning his gaze back to the window. The phrase... 'beat up battered broken and bruised' had never seemed so true.

Andi watched his chest it barely looked like it was moving which sent panic through her. It quickly subsided though as he opened his eyes and spoke. "That's good at least..." She said quietly in reply. She leaned back against the couch since she sat on the ground near it. Looking back at her wound that he had stitched up she stayed silent then spoke "I thought you said you didn't know how to stitch" She said with a slight amused tone. She was more impressed than angry about the fact he did it