((Nome, but I think it's possible to make the healing faster, and 'tweak' the vemon in such a way it can help make sure the wound doesn't get infected... This is what I believe, at least.))
Kurosu was silent. He was afraid the man would not want to go into the hospital. So, what could he do? Home Both he and Orochi chorused telepathically. "Then, my home? I have supplies there. However, I cannot drive..." He ended on that note, as she eyed the male's wound. Ah! Snapping his fingers, he remembered he had brought an old shirt with him. Unfolding it quickly, he inspected it to make sure it was clean, before he began ripping it to shreds and tying it around the male's wound. "This might help..."

((Meep... Lol. Don't forget to take out the bullet...))

"What came over me..." Edison muttered as his head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. He never was like that...he was never like that in all his life... Never. Never in his life he had acted like that. The few minutes begins suddenly became wisps of memory that he couldn't remember, but he doubted he wanted yo rember what he had just dome...

((Yeah, I won't, but I'm not sure if Edison wants a snake trying to pull the bullet out of him XD))

"... Not sure..." Kurosu muttered, before slinging Edison's arm over his shoulder. "Lean on me. We'll see if we can walk back... Or get a taxi..." Orochi had thankfully shifted his position and was at a safer place, where he wouldn't me squashed. You better not regret this.... The snake said as he slithered towards Kurosu's slingbag, hiding inside it.

((Poor Eddie doesn't remember what happened. T.T))

He grimaced. What did he get himself into? His leg was burning so much that...that it was unexplainably painful... His knowledge of medicine and such were slipping out of his mind and replaced with the feel of the bullet wound. What had he done? How'd he get shot? He wanted to know... "I've got money for a Taxi..." He said, trying to hide the fact his voice sounded like he was on the verge of crying...

Kurosu barely spared the man a glance as he helped him limp over to the side of the road.((I won't torture Edi too much XD)) By luck, a taxi was driving towards them. Waving his hand to flag down the taxi, Kurosu entered the taxi after helping the stranger in it. Telling the driver his house address, he turned to the male and asked softly. "What's your name?"

"Edison. Edison Tom..." He thought for a moment. "Yazra." He said. Why had it just been hard to remember his last name for some reason...? "Edison Tom Yazra." He repeated. "Thank you...for helping me..." He said, sighing as he looked away, his eyes closed in pain. "Isabel would like you...she would..." He whispered. Then, the death of his younger sister really made tears swell in his eyes. Not just of pain, but sadness. He missed her already...

(Can someone come up to velvet or can velvet go up to someone?)

Velvet jumped when the bell rang. "Yes! School is starting!" she whispered enthusiastically. She glided into the classroom, followed by the rest of her classmates, who were grumbling unenthusiastically. Shaking her head, Velvet took a seat at the front of the class and took all her school books out. Sitting straight up, hands folded in front of her, Velvet listened intently while the teacher explained what they were to be doing right now. Hearing her say to get out lined paper, a pencil, and to start writing a narrative, Velvet grabbed around with both hands and took them out. She started working on her narrative, ideas spilling out of her like a river. When the bell rang to go to math, Velvet gently pushed her items into her bag and walked silently out of the classroom to math class.

Saria glanced at her watch panicked, trying to do her makeup and walking at the same time, which was surprisingly really hard. She poked herself in the eye with a brush and she groaned. "Right. Bathroom." She covered part of her face and ran to the bathroom, ralphina hot on her heels. She skidded into the bathroom and faced the mirror, removing her hand. The black and blue array of colours still stained her face from the previous night. "Jake you ******." She mumbled and continued painting over the bruise with makeup. Ralphina rubbed against her leg. 'You should do something about this saria. This is just getting out of hand. she sighed and shook her head. "Ralphina you know I can't. He won't even let you in the house with me, and besides he's far bigger than me he'll beat me to a pulp for even considering telling." She put on her most believable smile and looked in the mirror. "I'm fine. It's all okay." They turned and headed for their next class. It won't stay like this forever.' Ralphina muttered, as she noticed there was a big patch of bruising saria had forgotten to cover. Ralphina smiled and thought to herself, and today might JUST be the day someone finally notices. The bell rung just as they walked through the class door.

(Sorry for backtracking slightly. Does someone wanna notice her bruising on her face?)

"Hey, Saria!" Sylina called, waving to Saria down the hallway. "Almost late for class! Gotta go!" She yelled as she sprinted down the hallway. She saw Saria's face just as Saria went inside and something on Saria's face caught her eye. A bruise.., she then didn't think about it because she couldn't be late for class. She could ask Saria later.

(So they're best friends? Yay! Could they both be in the next class?)

Saria looked up at the sound of her name being called and waved at sylina, before heading into class. She took her seat 4 rows from the back and for out her books. Ralphina curled under her desk, as she hated English, too boring. The hour seemed to drone on and on. Saria was nearly asleep when the bell jolted her to her senses. Ralphina yawned and stretched as saria gathered her things. She shoved them in her rucksack and began the walk to maths. "Ugh. Maths." She glanced at her timetable and smiled when she found she had music third. Saria loved music, and so did ralphina. 'Maths first. We can be excited after.' Ralphina said gently. Ralphina wanted saria to have the best education possible , but saria thought it was pointless because once she was legally allowed to leave school, her brother wouldn't let her out anyway. She rounded the corner to her maths class and caught a glimpse in the reflection of the door. She halted and felt her bruising. "Oh no! I missed some." She gasped. The stern voice of her maths teacher brought her out of her little panic attack, slightly. "Saria! Stop gazing at your reflection and sit down girl!" She muttered an apology as she slid into her window seat. She hoped nobody noticed. That could be awkward.