I'll Bite Your Hand Off

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Katie was trying to keep cool while on the phone with the ambulance dispatcher but it was awfully hard. “—uh huh…yes….okay…yeah…” she gave the address and moved to the window and watched for the ambulance, blood all over her hands and her shirt. “All right…uh huh…thank you…” She looked up at Clint with tears still streaming down her face as she finished and was allowed to hang up.

He immediately went to Katie, still trying to piece together what was going on. “What happened?” he asked, squeezing her shoulders.

She smiled at Fenrir and with a few curses and hisses of pain, she sat up and kissed him gently. “I’m scared…come with me to the hospital? Please?” She begged, she hated hospital and this was going to hell for her. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, trying to calm her pulse. 

He pushed her back down. “I do not know what that is, but I shall come along.” He smiled weakly, worry covering his face. Fenrir knew Mortals weren’t as tough as Asgadians, but he hoped that this would not be fatal for Casey.