When he came back with the girlfriend comment, she retorted "I don't care if you have a girlfriend. I just know that if you look up my skirt, then there will be consequences." As she said this, she looked over her shoulder and looked at him. After she dropped and cut her leg, she realized that Ty had come over to try and help her. When all of a sudden, he began to freak out about his hand going numb. "I didn't do anything, I swear." She wondered what had happened to make his hand go numb. "What did you do before your' hand went numb?" she asked, trying to figure this out. "Did he hurt his hand on his way over to help me? Did he touch something and began to have an allergic reaction? Is there something else about me that made his hand go numb?" she thought to herself. She knew that she could turn into a butterfly when she tensed up and was scared or angry, but was there something more to her "powers"? She didn't know. She began to feel uneasy, not knowing what to do, where to go, or how long his hand would be like that. She tried not to tense up and remain calm. Now would be a bad time for her to change into a butterfly. Then she would be rendered completely useless to him. "What were they gonna do?" she thought.

"No reason to look," Ty muttered under his breath.

"I didn't touch anything! I slid over to see if I could help, and some of your blood got on my hand, and now I can't feel it! You did SOMETHING." He was frantic by this point, not knowing what to do, or even what was going on. It just didn't make any sense whatsoever.

Leaning back against the wall, he closed his eyes, taking deep breaths and trying to focus. "Well...this is one heck of a day, isn't it?" he muttered.

"I didn't do anything. I SWEAR. Since all you did was touch my blood, the only logical thing to think is that there must be something in my blood that made your hand go numb. So just don't touch my blood anymore and you should be fine. Hopefully" she said, trying to pull her knee high sock up to cover her wound and applying pressure. "Good thing, these socks are pretty dark." she thought to herself, hoping it wouldn't bleed through the material.

"Well, since I did it to you. I guess I might as well stick around until you either get better or worse. And figure out how this numbing agent works in my blood." She sat there for a second, still applying pressure and looking at Ty's hand, realizing that he had gloves on and that he must have only gotten a little bit of her blood on him, but was astounded at the fact that his whole hand was numb and that whatever it was in her blood didn't take long to have an affect on Ty.

"Whatever it is, I don't like it..." Ty mumbled, sighing and looking at his hand. Using one hand, and the wall for leverage, he stood to his feet. "I'll be fine. Just give it time, or ice...or something," he replied, looking at her. He just hoped he didn't have to go to a hospital. He hated those, especially after the last time he went to one, even if he wasn't a patient. Then again, his first kiss was in a hospital, but....okay that was the only good thing about them.

He listened to her ideas and theories, wondering what the real story behind this was. Though it was interesting. "Maybe you could...Iunno....test it or something. As long as I'm not a guinea pig," he suggested, starting to walk--with a pretty noticeable limp--to try to cope with his first injury.

She got up, starting to walk with him and wondering if she needed to help him walk to wherever they were going. "Maybe it won't last too long." she said, trying to be hopeful.

When he suggested testing it out and him not being the guinea pig, she replied with "Well, I don't exactly see anyone else in the alley besides me and you. And considering that it is my blood, I don't think that it would affect me."

She continued walking with him. "Do I need to help you walk? And where are we even going?" she asked, looking at him and wondering why she seemed to be sticking with him other for the numb hand thing. This was very unlike her. She was so used to being by herself that she never really stayed around anyone long. This thought sort of confused her a bit. "Oh well. Maybe he'll be helpful at some point." she thought to herself.

"I hope not," he muttered, giving her a somewhat dirty look. "No. If you wanna test it you better find someone else. I'm tired of being a magnet for bad luck."

The redhead continued limping, every now and then putting his left hand on a wall or a trash can or even Butterfly's shoulder for balance. "I don't know, just walking. What I usually do," he replied with a shrug. "I can do this," he argued, wanting to do this on his own.

"Actually, I need to find a store. Pick up a few things to doctor this thing up. BUT since I only have one hand....I'm going to need some help."

"Don't give me that look! I didn't know my blood would numb your freaking hand." she said, standing kinda close to make sure he kept his balance.

"Unless you can form a living breathing human or animal from a trash can or dead plant, then who else am I supposed to test it on unless you want me to just randomly bump into someone and hope that I smear blood on them and hope that it works."she said. "And you obviously can't walk straight on your own because you look like you're about to fall over any second." saying this as she tried to put her arm around him and help him walk better.

"You need to go to the hospital, but if you insist on just "rednecking it" then I'll help you get what you need as long as I don't have to steal it." she said in a serious tone. "So where's the nearest store?" she asked, waiting on his direction.

"Well it did, and if I don't get feeling back in my hand I'm going to beat you with it..." he mumbled under his breath."Well, I can't. So you better find somebody or something cuz I ain't doin' it."

He felt her put her arm around him, and he let her, partly being polite but mostly because he knew she was right--not that he'd admit that. "I don't do hospitals," he replied adamantly. "So I ain't going to no hospital." He kept walking, eyes scanning the alleyways and streets and buildings to get a feel for where exactly he was. If nothing else, he knew his way around. Every alley, every rooftop, every nook and every cranny. "Not too far from here, there's a little drugstore. Oh, and socks. I need socks."

"What was that?!?" she said, raising her voice hearing him mumble under his breath. "If you have something to say, then say it to my face. I could just leave your behind to limp and make your way around with a numb hand for however long." she spat, just about ready to drop him and walk away.

She kept walking, trying to focus on helping him and trying to resist changing. This would be her first attempt at trying to control her powers. She walked in the direction that he was indicating and then posed the question "Well after we get what we need from the store, do you have a place to crash at or should we just go to the park where I've been crashing?" "To be honest, I don't wanna spend another cold night on a park bench, but that's just me."

She checked underneath her sock to see if she was still bleeding and she was. "Ty, I'm still bleeding. What are we gonna do? I hope that it's not so deep that it needs stitches. I can't stitch myself up. If it needs to be done, can you do it? Or at least drop me off at the hospital?" "Maybe afterwards, I'll be able to find my way back in this huge city." she said, still following him around.

"Nothing. But I'll have a numb hand no matter what you do," he replied sharply. Taking some deep breaths, he calmed down. "I live at a place called Sanctuary, but it's too far to walk in this condition right now. After we leave the store I know an abandoned building that's close by. So, I can doctor myself up and rest there."

He froze, now she was the one panicking. "It doesn't look that deep. I can bandage it, but I can't stitch it worth crap, especially in my condition." He paused, continuing to walk. "Hey...actually...." He clenched his fist, then unclenched it. "The numbness is fading now."

They reached the small store, and he'd grabbed gauze, bandages, peroxide, and a pack of socks. "Okay, that should do it. Let's go." Then, he led her to an old building in an alley near the store that looked like it hadn't been touched in ages. Sitting down, he removed his 'bandage,' changed his socks, then cleaned and bandaged his own wound, wincing when the peroxide touched the now scabbed-over injury. Standing up, he tried to walk, and it was much easier this time.

"Okay, there we go. Now for you."

"Alright." she said, and smiling when he said the numbness was wearing off. And she calmed down when he said that he could bandage it and that it wouldn't need to be stitched up.

After getting the stuff from the store, they walked to this old building. She wondered what it used to be before being abondoned. All she knew was that she didn't wanna go back to the park that night. They walked inside and sat
down. Ty started to clean himself up and then put on his new socks. When he turned to her and said that it was her turn now, she kinda got uneasy. She didn't like the idea of pouring peroxide on a cut she thought was pretty deep. She started to scoot back a little. Unfortunately, she couldn't scoot back too far cuz she finally hit a wall. She could only close her eyes and hope that it didn't hurt too bad.

"It's gonna sting, but I'll be gentle," he comforted, taking his left glove off to better work with the material; it'd been sort of a fight doing his own because of it. When she backed against a wall, he took some cotton balls, gently using them to swab away the excess blood so he could get a look at the wound.

Taking another cotton-ball, he put it on the mouth of the peroxide bottle and turned it upside down just enough to get the cotton wet. Gently, he ran it over the cut cleaning it before putting gauze on it and preparing the bandage. It wasn't perfect, but it would do what it was supposed to.

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked, cleaning up his mess. "So....what's the plan now?"

She opened her eyes, feeling him just clean away the excess blood. Then she watched as he tilted the bottle onto a cotton ball. She bit her lip and winced when he started cleaning the wound. It stung. Bad. "F---", she said trying not to cuss.

"Easy for you to say." she said to the "That wasn't so bad, was it?" remark, shaking her head and making a teasing face at him.

"And so far as a plan? I got nothin. I've only been here for a couple days. I don't even really know my way around this freaking city. The plans all on you. If you want me to leave, then I guess I'll just wander around and find somewhere to stay eventually. I can make it on my own if I need to." she replied.

Ty used the plastic bag to scoop up all of her dirty cottonballs because he wasn't too keen on having body parts go numb again. That was bad enough the first time. "Gotcha." He walked around, his limp still noticeable, but it wasn't near as bad as when it began. The initial pain had subsided, but he could tell it was going to be quite the nasty bruise.

"I'll be okay if you will," he replied. "Not that I don't enjoy the company or anything, I'm just sure you probably have better things to do than hang with some redhead who attracts negative attention from dogs." He gave a dry laugh, chucking his trash in a nearby trash can.

"Not really" she told him. "Actually I have no idea what to do or where to go around here. I don't even have somewhere to go. I've been crashing on a park bench. I flew to Atlanta, got on a train and came here after I woke up to someone robbing my apartment in Macon."

"You're the first person I really met and talked to, even if I was teasing you." she replied.

"Besides, who's gonna be there to help you when the next dog comes and tries to attack you?" she said, jokingly feeling herself starting to become attached to him.

"You mentioned the Sanctuary place earlier. How far away is that? Maybe we can make it there now that we're cleaned up." she said with her head hung low, sort of expecting him to tell her that she couldn't come and that he wanted her to just leave him alone. "Just when I was starting to feel like I had someone for once." she thought to herself.