CLAUDE SIMMONS
I was clutching at my bleeding stump, where my arm had been, screaming in agony. We arrived back at Stokes's place. Jonas jumped up from the chair that he was sitting in reading. "WHAT THE f**k!" he exclaimed in shock at the sight of me. Stokes just rolled his eyes and placed his rough hand on my wound. I screamed louder as it burned. I passed out for a moment from the pain. I opened my eyes to see them both standing over me. Jonas looked confused, but Stoles just looked irritated. "What did you do to me?" I demanded. Stokes rolled his eyes. "I cortorised your wound so that you wouldn't bleed to death. You are welcome," he said. Jonas asked again what had happened and Stokes told him. "See, this is exactly why I advised against this plan, and refused to come. I tried to tel
