(Alright, how about 'can't escape', making sure he gets the fact that if he tries to run he's done for... He's officially part of the gang now.'
((Sounds fine to me. Very good choice, actually.))
(Thanks, so just add this to the end of it.)
'Can't escape'. Was scrawled across the drivers side, going through the paint and right to the metal of the doors.
"We are not going to the hospital," Noah hissed. "There is no way on this earth we're going. You're going to take me to your house."
"Fine." she mutters and helps him over to her car and into the passenger side, grabbing the keys from him before getting in her side. She starts the car and drives home, pulling into the driveway she shuts off the car and gets out.
"Angie! Come on, don't leave me here," Noah yelled, as he struggled to get up and walk to the door.
Angie goes over to him and helps him inside and up the stirs to the bathroom. She pulls out the first aid kit from under the sink and sets it on the counter.
"How did you even find me?' Noah asked, testing out his muscles. Everything hurt. He wasn't sure if anything was broken, but it certainly felt like it.
"I just checked all the places I knew they liked to hang out at..." she shrugs pulling his shirt off him. His torso covered in big bruises, "How bad does this hurt?" she asks prodding his rib cage with her fingers.
Noah sucked in his breath trying not to scream. "It hurts," He whispered, eyeing his shirt. He really wanted to put it back on and just go to sleep.
Angie grabs a small towel and turns on the tap sticking theedge of it under the water. She wrings it out and starts cleaning the blood from his face. "I think you might have fractured a rib or two..." she mumbles.
"You don't have to do this for me. You should be sleeping or something. Give me the cloth, I'll take care of myself," Noah said, looking up at her with almost pleading eyes. He didn't want to burden her like this. She already had so much on her plate, and she didn't need him on it too.
Angie shakes her head, "I'm almost done..." she rinses out the cloth and wrings it out again, clearing away the last of the blood. She sets the cloth on the counter and brushes her hand over one size of his face lightly. "There. You have a busted up lip, a bruised jaw, a fractured rib or two and a few cuts, I don't think anything broken though."
"I'm not dead though. I was able to do that," Noah grabbed his shirt, wincing as he struggled to put it on. "Thanks Angie. For putting up with all of this, and helping me out."
She helps him with his shirt and smiles a bit, "That's what friends do for one another." she helps him up, into her room and over to the bed.
(I'm gonna go now, I'll be on tomorrow.)
"No. Absolutely not," Noah shook his head furiously. "If I sleep in the bed, where will you go? I'm just going on the floor please" He said, pointing to a spot near the door.
Angie rolls her eyes. "I'll sleep in Andy's room, he’s not going tobehome tonight, it's not a big deal. Now shut up and lay down."
Noah muttered some choice words under his breath as he got onto the bed. "If I didn't have a messed up rib I would fight this a lot harder."
Angie laughs, "Yeah sure. Now be quiet and go to sleep, and be greatfull that tomorrow is Saturday. " she shuts off the light. "Goodnight, Noah. If you need anything just shout."