leona3

ran his hand over it and felt a sharp pain. The rock had cut him. Deep. It was a bad gash that needed to be bandaged. He could feel blood gushing out of it. He took off his shirt, ripped it and rapped it around his cut. Though he was not fond of the pain, he knew he had to put up with it. He could feel the blood seeping through his ripped shirt. So he ripped another part of his shirt and rapped it around his hand. Suddenly he felt a horrible pain in his hand. It was more than just a sharp pain. He looked at his hand and...
 * there was a mini purple octopus sucking the living day lights out of his hand
 * a big hairy spider
 * The deep gash in his hand was sealing itself up.
 * The shirt was soaked through with blood.