Even though she couldn't quite understand what he meant by that, she could tell he was serious about what he said. His grip on her hand had tightened, as he gasped for air.
Internally cursing his luck, he had not expected to be severely injured this way, neither had he wanted to let go of her backpack–it actually had the supplies he needed to stop the bleeding, but now all he could do was let the bleeding continue as he could not make use of the hand which gripped hers tightly.
He was just glad that the arrow had missed his heart, nor did it aim for his head. If that was the case, then he would have no such regrets as he was now having. But the sheer size of the injury caused by the arrow wasn't a mere thing to be overlooked.
He was losing blood gradually and he could feel it, his strength was dwindling the more he stayed in his position, protecting Chantel.
He had been surprised at the fact he could jump in a second time to help someone he had barely known for a day. The injury he had sustained better be worth it.
"You need help." Her hands trembled as her eyes darted to the others for help. "Please save him."
To those who could witness what had transpired, they shook their heads frantically, they wouldn't intervene even if they were begged. If they could survive merely by staying put, that they were going to do.
Gritting her teeth, finally realizing no one was going to help, she had to let go of such anger as she thought of herself in a similar situation, would she actually help? That was highly unlikely.
"Get. up. slowly." Raph commanded, he couldn't afford to stay in his position covering her forever, they needed to see what Mr Nigel was planning–that bastard couldn't care less if they were in danger and that was what ticked him off.
Chantel did as she was told, never for once breaking their hand contact. She had to make sure she would be mindful of the arrow which still looked like it was aimed at her neck. This just made her imagine if he hadn't jumped to save her, that arrow was sure to have pierced her neck a long time ago.
Gulping, she was eternally grateful to him once again but also haunted by guilt for what her stupid actions had cost him.
They had to quickly save some time as they hid behind the boulder they had originally wanted to go to.
"We need to pull this out," she pointed at the arrow, grimacing at the sheer size of the thing, she couldn't imagine the intense pain he was going through.
"I would just bleed more if I don't have a way of bandaging the wound like yours." He groaned in pain, the more he talked, he was having a hard time breathing at that point, his arm which was pierced hung limply at his side.
If he wasn't mistaken, he might not be able to use it anymore if he wasn't given the right medical care in time; his hand would be as good as being amputated.
Chantel had thought ahead of this, she could only go with a manual which means, "I'm sorry, but this is going to hurt a bit." She turned his back towards her and gripped the arrow with both hands, pulling it out successfully.
Hissing, he cursed out, "Fuck! That freaking hurt!"
"What were you expecting?" She clicked her tongue.
Bringing the hem of her tank top towards her mouth, she ripped it with her teeth, carefully pulling it around her until she got the desired length she had needed.
Pulling off the remaining shred of clothing that was left, Raph immediately closed his eyes, he was not yet ready to see her clad in just her bra.
"Would you stop doing lewd things?" He complained, shutting his eyes tightly.
Chantel looked down at herself, she was wearing a navy blue sports bra, in her opinion there was nothing lewd there- if seeing a bit of her cleavage isn't considered one.
Nevertheless, her anger began to flare, her inner demons were starting to resurface and so was her true self–the one Raph had gotten accustomed with when they had just met.
Injured or not, she hit him hard on the head, "Who are you talking about that's doing lewd things?"
She had sacrificed being clad in her sports bra in order to save him, she would use the remaining piece of clothing to put pressure on his wound while she uses the ripped one like a bandage to wrap around his shoulder.
Grimacing, he hissed at her action, opening his eyes to see he was just partially wrong.
But his eyes were hooked at her cleavage nonetheless, he couldn't understand how a sports bra could do little to help to cover all that. When he managed to look back up to her face, all color washed off his face at her scary demeanor.
Now he was starting to crave them being in a dangerous situation, it was only then he could play the hero and she would be the damsel needing saving. But right then, she looked like a villain looking at their next prey and it scared the shit out of him.
"I... I can explain, I wasn't..."
"Oh ho ho ho!" She deepened her voice as she laughed in mischief, cracking her knuckles as she prepared to give him a knock once more to reset his thoughts.
Raph had wanted to run, but there was nowhere to run off to, he was at a disadvantage at that point being cornered to a dead end behind the boulder, the only way out was outside her grip and into a greater danger, those goddamned arrows.
Chantel had originally planned on hitting him again, but then she had decided against it, hitting him the first time had tugged on her guilty heart.
She couldn't treat him that way after he had saved her, she needed to bandage his wounds first. Sighing, she dropped her hands, "Let's get you bandaged."