I'll use her

ok ^^

You can?

Kaylie sighed, her head held low as she walked quietly in an alley. She felt like she was being watched, which made her fur raise. She looked around with paranoia.

(It's fine!) Kaylie sped up a little, walking past Michael. She didn't even notice him, too focused on getting out of the dark alley. (I assume he's in there too lmao)

Kaylie jumped at the loud thud, spinning around. She noticed Michael, and she froze.

Kaylie just stood there, but then looked around and started to walk away again. She didn't know if he'd harm her or not, so she just wanted to flee. (nohe'scuteandyoudidn'tdrawterriblyitsgood!)

Kaylie looked back and noticed his wounds gushing with blood, and she froze again. She knew it was wrong to just leave him to die, but what if he was dangerous?

Kaylie huffed, beginning to walk back to Michael. (oop)

Kaylie approached him, kneeling beside him. She hesitated to speak, taking a few moments to say anything. "Do you need help?"

Kaylie looked around nervously, "okay... hold on." She stood up, beginning to sprint away. She didn't have any bandages, and she had to run home to get some. She ran from the alleyway, into a busy street. She almost got hit by multiple cars, but she made it to the other side. She ran down a sidewalk, seeing her house in sight.

Kaylie jumped up the porch steps, opening the creaky glass door. She stepped in, shutting the door behind herself. She walked down the hallway, stepping into the bathroom. She opened the glass cabinet that hung above the sink, pulling out a roll of bandages.

Kaylie shut the cabinet, walking out of the bathroom and flicking the light switch off. She then walked into the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of water. She walked out of the house again, glancing at the time. She realized her father would be home soon, and she tensed up. She'd have to be back home within the next hour.. she ran down the porch, going back towards the alleyway.

(Shit sorry my mom needed help with the fax machine) Kaylie ran into the alleyway, coming back to Michael. She kneeled back down to him, taking out the water bottle and rinsing his wounds.

Kaylie finished cleaning his wounds, setting the bottle aside. There was still 1/3 of the bottle left, and she started to wrap his wounds with the bandages. "Did you want the rest of the water?" She offered the bottle to him. (uh oh D:)

Kaylie handed the bottle to him, "do you have somewhere to go back to?"

Kaylie put her hand onto her opposite arm, looking away. "Hmm.. I'd bring you with me, but my dad would kill me." She swished her tail nervously.

Kaylie flinched, "oh- oh no, we should get you to the hospital.. that's not good!" She stood up, "do you need me to carry you?"

"Well I don't care what you think of them, they'll save you." She picked him up, nearly dropping him. She cradled him like an infant, then started to run out of the alley.

(aww<3) Kaylie frowned, "I'm sorry. I promise you'll get better though." She ran down the sidewalk, going past her house. She noticed her father's truck in the driveway, and she tensed up. (sorry for the late reply D:)

Kaylie sighed, "I know. But you shouldn't be, they're just trying to help you." She continued to run in the direction of the nearest hospital, running in front of oncoming traffic.

Kaylie saw the tall building in the distance, "we're almost there."

Kaylie got closer and closer to the hospital, crossing the street to get to the other side. She ran through the parking lot and opened the doors, approaching a nurse at the front desk.

The nurse stood up, calling a few doctors over. They took Michael from Kaylie and hurried him into a back room. Kaylie was told to sit in the lobby, so she sat down and waited patiently. She didn't even know Michael's name yet to sign him in.

The nurses with Michael removed his bandages to see for themselves, then properly tended to the wounds. Afterwards, they patched them back up and moved him to a recovery room. He wouldn't be there for long, they just had to watch him for tonight and tomorrow, then they'd let him go.

One of the nurses that were previously with Michael came back to the lobby, walking over to Kaylie. "You can come back now," she said, leading Kaylie to Michael's room.

Kaylie stepped into his room, noticing he was crying. She walked over to his side, "what's wrong?" She frowned.

Kaylie sighed, remembering how she would've just left him in the alley. "I couldn't have just left you there, you were bleeding out."

"Then I'm glad to be your first and the one who found you while you were hurt." Kaylie sat down in the chair beside his bed.

Kaylie sighed, "you should only be here for tonight and tomorrow morning. Then they should release you." She looked out the window.

Kaylie watched the clock tick, and then she remembered her father. "Oh shit!" She jumped up, "I need to get home!" Her fur raised with anxiety.

Kaylie hurried to the door, "I'm sorry, I'll try to visit you tomorrow before you get released." She looked back at him, then opened the door and ran out.

Kaylie rushed out of the hospital, sprinting down the sidewalk as fast as she could. She sprinted for what felt like hours, but she had only been running for 15 minutes. She arrived at her house, walking up the four steps to the porch and feeling her stomach twist as she approached the front door. She reached for the handle, but her hand was hit out of the way by the door swinging open. There was her father, towering over her. He growled, "and where the **** were you?" He snapped, his voice deep and threatening. Kaylie flinched, stuttering and struggling to find her voice. "I-" her father cut her off, "get inside. Now." Kaylie nodded and stepped inside, her eyes on the floor.

Kaylie shut her eyes as her father slammed the door shut, grabbing her wrist tightly and yanking her away from the door. He dragged her into the kitchen, where he grabbed a knife. He pointed it at her, and she tensed up, attempting to get away. This just made him angrier, and he stabbed the knife into her stomach. Kaylie shrieked in pain, and her father let go of her arm to let her fall to the hard, wooden floor. She sobbed, pain shooting through her body. She looked up at her father with wide and teary eyes, they were full of fear.

Her father seemed to smile at her pain and fear, pulling the knife out of her gut. "Get up." He clenched the bloody knife in his hand, ready to stab her again if she didn't obey. Kaylie's blood dripped onto the floor, and she struggled to stand. She put her arms around her new wound, her white t-shirt now stained with crimson. She continued to sob, but it hurt to breathe and move. She trembled, backing away from him and leaning against the fridge. Bad move... her father came closer, trapping her where she was. "You know not to come home late, don't you? You know what happens when you do.." he glanced down at her stomach, and he put the knife to Kaylie's throat. "Next time you're late, I stab here..." he threatened, baring his big teeth at her. He took the knife away from her throat and tossed it on the counter, "understood, Kaylie?" His eyes pierced into hers. Kaylie nodded quickly, afraid of being hurt even more. (herdadisjusta****ingpsychopathlmao)

(go for it lmao,, and sure :D I'm not really into fnaf but I can ^^) Kaylie watched her father leave the room, and he said one last thing to her. "Clean up your mess, brat." He walked into the living room, probably to get drunk again... she held back her sobs, and she collapsed to the floor. She coughed, more blood spraying onto the wood. She breathed heavily, but it hurt. Everything hurt. Her head pounded, her stomach wound was gushing with blood. She struggled to get back up, hurriedly getting the mop and cleaning the bloody mess. She felt sick, but was afraid to not listen to her father. She'd just get hurt even more... she finished cleaning up, and she went into the bathroom. She locked the door and took off her shirt, looking at the big hole in her stomach. She winced, taking the towel off the towel rack behind her. She pressed it against her wound to help stop the bleeding.

(I bet its good :D) Kaylie sat on the counter, and she felt weak and cold. She put her hand onto her forehead, shutting her eyes. She felt nauseous, and she took the towel away from her stomach. It was drenched with blood on one side, and she panicked. She was scared she was bleeding out and that she'd die, she had no way to get to the hospital.. it was too far, she wouldn't be able to walk with her wound. She sighed, looking in the cabinets. There were still a few bandages left, but they seemed too small for the big wound she had. She looked behind a few bottles of products, finding a large bandage. She took it out of the cabinet and hastily opened it, applying it to the hole in her stomach. She pressed on it to make sure it was stuck there, which hurt. She looked down at her bloodied shirt, picking it up. She probably shouldn't put it back on... but she did anyway, hesitantly leaving the bathroom. She walked into her room, closing that door behind her and taking off her shirt again. She opened her drawer

(Ooh that's cool :D) Kaylie rummaged in her drawer, pulling out a black t-shirt. She put it on, and she opened her door again. She whimpered a little at the pain in her stomach, she needed medical attention but was afraid of her father and leaving again. He'd murder her, he said that himself. She sat on her bed, starting to sob again.

Kaylie quickly shut up when she heard footsteps coming down the hall. She quickly wiped her face and pretended to be just fine, watching her father walk past her room. He was probably just going to get a beer out of the cooler by his bed... she looked down, she knew her father just wanted her to be afraid. If she wasn't scared he'd just step up his game, getting weapons and threatening her with them just to get a reaction... but going as far as to hurt her like this... why did she think he wouldn't do that eventually.

(no Michael) Kaylie looked down at the floor, glancing up occasionally. Did he leave yet? She stood up and peeked out of her room, looking around. She didn't see him anywhere, so she stepped out and walked down the hallway. She ran into the kitchen, opening the backdoor and shutting it quietly behind herself. She went past the big tree in the backyard, opening the big creaky gate. She sprinted down the driveway, and then down the sidewalk again. She started to run at the hospital, not letting the pain slow her down. She had to get away.

(indeed) Kaylie thought she heard a truck behind her, and she started to sprint faster. She was too afraid to look back, and she ran as fast as she could. She saw the big hospital sign in the distance, which encouraged her to keep going. She felt blood trickle down her stomach, the bandage probably came loose...

Kaylie looked behind herself, seeing her father's truck right behind her. She gasped and took a sharp right into an alley, running down the length of it.

Kaylie stopped for a moment to lean up against the building to catch her breath, then started to run again. She sprinted into the oncoming traffic, and up to the hospital doors. She opened them, looking back. She didn't see anybody, and she calmed down a little. She approached the front desk, and a nurse looked up at her. "How can I help you?" She asked politely. Kaylie responded quickly, "I got stabbed in the stomach, please help me." (nobody: Kaylie: *sprints to hospital like 3 miles away while bleeding out from the stomach* "hi pls help I got stabbed lmao")

(I'll be right back)