17) Blood

"Ow!" groaned Kiran, trying to get his tail out from under the pile of books. He had been trying to dust them, but had unforunately misjudged their weight. And now he was forced to wait for someone to come save him-due to the angle he was trapped at, he couldn't free himself. And he just knew that trying to drag his tail out would damage either it or the books.

"Kiran!" called another voice. Aral appeared, looking quite annoyed. However, her expression quickly faded into one of concern, and she quickly crouched and began to carry books off Kiran's tail. After she lifted the last one, he slowly curled it up to see, and was not surprised to see the blood on it.

"Ugh, there's blood all over this book-oh god! Kiran, you're hurt!" Aral's tone turned into an urgent one, and she dropped the book she had been fussing over to look at Kiran's tail. He cocked an eyebrow in confusion, but allowed her to look over it.

"Oh, you'd better come along right away!" she muttered, dragging him off. He just shrugged. Since when did she get so protective?