The Merman, My Man
My heart pounded just then, and I quickly looked down to find that he was clutching his waist with his webbed paw, and blue blood was seeping out, dyeing the sea a darker shade of blue.
“Are you hurt?” I promptly pried his paw away and examined his injury carefully, the extent of which shocked me. There was a gaping hole where dense layers of scales used to cover, and the ones shoved inward were left dangling, just as the flesh beneath was burnt down to the bone—I had never seen Dicken hurt this grievously.
Stil, I quickly realized that this was undoubtedly a bomb injury, and sudenly remembered that I had been unscathed when he carried me to safety from the raining debris. The reason must ha