<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">Chartreux - Michael Holder</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)"><a class="username" data-user-id="8145" data-username="Red_Daisy" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/8145/">Red_Daisy</a> - Aleiah Sanchez</span><br/><br/>He'd been resting in the shade, just off the sand, when Michael heard what sounded like a yelp of pain.  He got up and looked where he thought he'd heard the sound.  There was another yelp and his eyes focused and he made out the form of a young woman.  His vision was still fuzzy, but he waved and called out to her, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">HELLO!</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"<br/>
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Whoever she was, she was focusing on something that looked like a leg or foot injury.  Michael moved quickly to aid her, but not so quickly that he'd trip on anything sticking up from the sand.  As he got closer, the long black hair, height and build, plus the pink tank top reminded him of Aleiah...,  Aleiah Sanchez.<br/>
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Michael called out to her again, "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">Aleiah!  Is that you?!  It's Michael!  Hold on, there!  I'm coming to help!</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">" <br/>
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When he got to her, she looked like she'd stepped on something sharp and the salt water wasn't helping.  He put one arm behind her head, also supporting her back and torso.  With the other arm, he reached under her knees and lifted.  Fortunately, they were both, normally, in good shape, meaning she wasn't heavy and he was strong enough to carry her back to the shade of the trees, just up from the beach.<br/>
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Michael set Aleiah down in a clear spot and took a look another look at her injured foot.  He hoped that there wasn't anything nasty in the wound.  He took off his shirt and managed to tear off one of the sleeves.  He knocked any remaining sand off of it, then he 'dusted' the area around the cut with one end.  Satisfied that it was as clean as it was going to get he wrapped the torn sleeve around Aleiah's foot and applied direct pressure to the wound.  Hopefully, it wouldn't be something all that bad and it wouldn't get worse, either.<br/>
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Michael could use something to lift his mood.  He hoped that Aleiah might be feeling the same way and so he asked her, "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">Hey, girl, come here often?</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"</span>