He lay her down on the old mattress. The deadly projectile removed from her stomach and the wound wrapped in gauze that he had tucked away in a compartment from long ago. But it was far from over.
Evee’s eyes were half-lidded in pain. Both her hands were clutched over her deep wound; a small trickle of blood/Energon was running from the corner of her mouth. She still had internal bleeding from the impalement. He had almost forgotten that the girl had Energon running through her system; it was her Cybertronian half that was responsible for it. To any other human it would be the most hazardous and toxic substanc
Mew and Mewtwo comics made my day! Looking at them I was thankful that my cat doesn't posses any superpowers I am wondering if they also keep standing at the doorstep hesitating if they want to come in or get out...