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After the fight -- NFB
Jan. 25th, 2006 12:50 amFrom here and here:
Bel managed to shimmer a couple blocks before the pain made him reform. He shifted back into human form and leaned against an alley wall, taking his shirt off and inspecting the bullet wound in his arm. It was bleeding heavily; he had to stop it and fast. When he tried to rip a strip of cloth from his shirt, he found he didn't have the strength, so he shifted once again into demon form and tore it the shirt to shreds.
All he'd wanted was a drink, and Veronica had provoked a fight. He would've let her walk away if it wasn't for the threat she made to tell Phoebe about him and Piper. That sparked his anger. One day his temper was going to get himself killed. Raynor always told him that.
Back in human form, he bound the cloth around his arm, then flexed it experimentally. He'd live, but it would be best if he got some medical attention. He headed toward the town clinic, hoping to find Dr. Wilson available and not in a questioning mood.
Bel managed to shimmer a couple blocks before the pain made him reform. He shifted back into human form and leaned against an alley wall, taking his shirt off and inspecting the bullet wound in his arm. It was bleeding heavily; he had to stop it and fast. When he tried to rip a strip of cloth from his shirt, he found he didn't have the strength, so he shifted once again into demon form and tore it the shirt to shreds.
All he'd wanted was a drink, and Veronica had provoked a fight. He would've let her walk away if it wasn't for the threat she made to tell Phoebe about him and Piper. That sparked his anger. One day his temper was going to get himself killed. Raynor always told him that.
Back in human form, he bound the cloth around his arm, then flexed it experimentally. He'd live, but it would be best if he got some medical attention. He headed toward the town clinic, hoping to find Dr. Wilson available and not in a questioning mood.
