Emile panted heavily, as Jealousy fell to the ground. The latter eventually passed out from blood loss.
“Th-Thank you... thank you so much...”
Emile took a second to calm down.
“...Okay, so. Jealousy is his purpose. He’s a side. Where I’m from, there are these sides, sides to a person that make up that person. They all are a part of that person, Thomas. Jealousy is Thomas’s jealous side, if that makes sense.”
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
Dally nodded and stared at his knife which was dark to the hilt with blood. he felt a sharp pain in his leg. He stared at it to realize blood was staining his jeans where Jealousy's scythe had somehow gotten him. Dally began to feel dizzy. He laid Johnny down on the floor gently before passing out himself.
“..Quite,” Alexander mused. “Well, there’s a gazebo over yonder.” He pointed to the wooden structure. “Come now.” Once arriving, he quietly asked for two cots. They appeared promptly, complete with sheets and pillows. "Make that three." He said bluntly once Dally was wounded. "And some gauze, too."
Johnny rubbed his head, wincing, "Oh man," he looked around and found Dally next to him, his leg bleeding out, "What the frick just happened?" he asked, alarmed.
"Holy crap. We have to get out of here!" Johnny began to get up but immediately regretted it. His head began to pound again and fell back down onto the cot, "Dally..." Johnny looked at him bleakly. He sighed and closed his eyes to rest.
