Team: White Fang (heheh)
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Sense of smell
AN: I can SO see this happening.
The smell of blood was strongest by Trowa’s room. I’d heard him stumbling about last night, returning from a mission.... stumbling? Trowa NEVER stumbled!
Inside, the smell was overwhelming, and there was something... earthy as well. I punched the light switch to see him spread bonelessly across the bed, the front of his top black with blood.
He was breathing, thank God. I tugged the shirt up to reveal three deep, parallel gashes,
“MEDKIT!” I yelled, waking him. He blinked sleepily.
“What the hell is this, Trowa?!”
“Stopped to see the lions at the zoo,” he frowned vaguely, “They’re unhappy.”