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Wilmond roared with laughter. "I'm sorry, but that should have been caught on tape!" he grinned and kissed her cheek.

(That reply really made me laugh out loud xD)

Taylore looked up at him as he started laughing. Then lightly punched his chest before smiling. "It wasnt funny!" she said but melted a bit when he kissed her cheek. She placed a light, teasing kiss on his lips before he could pull too far back then pulled away before he kissed back toying with him. Ducking out of his hold, she smiled playfully then started to get up thinking she could get away with it.

Wilmond saw it coming though, and he quickly jumped her, pinning her on the couch. "Let's see if you are ticklish!" he suddenly started tickling all over her chest and sides.

Taylore's eyes widened whenever he mentioned tickilish. "No! W-Wai-" she started before he started tickling her. She laughed and squirmed as hard as she could trying to get away, after only a minute of laughing so hard did she start to tear up. "W-Wilmond! P-Please st-stop!" she begged in between laughs after a minute or two. Her sides and stomach were killing her from all the laughing.

Wilmond continued tickling her for ten more seconds, then grabbed hold of her and put her up straight again. he rubbed his hand through her hair fast, grinning at her distress. "So, I appear to have found your weakness!"

Taylore had to lay back against the arm of the couch after Wilmond set her back up ran his hand through her hair. "That. Was. Horrible." she moaned quietly and put her head back against the arm of the couch, her arms wrapping around her tummy and sides. Wiping away the tears as she glanced at Wilmond and couldnt help but smile. "I still got away with it," she said through a grin referring to the kiss.

"Don't tempt me to start tickling you again." Wilmond winked.

Taylore instantly backed away from Wilmond. "No! Its okay nevermind!" she said quickly. Then she grinned and crawled over to him, kissing him as light as a feather before trailing them across his cheek. Lightly trailing them back up his strong jaw before placing another light kiss on his lips. Finally pulling away and laying back with a smug smile. "I would neeever do that," she said playfully then winked at him. Starting to get up again as she got thirsty.

Wilmond beat her to it, and gave her the beer he put aside for her. "Did you ever drink this before?"

Taylore smiled and took the beer from him. "Yea a couple of times. It isnt the best but its better than nothing," she replied and took a sip. Leaning back against the arm of the couch as she did. Putting her feet back on Wilmond's lap with a smile.

Wilmond drank some of his as well.
At that moment, a light knock sounded on the door. "Your sister?" he asked. He couldn't really think of anyone else who knew about the safehouse.

Taylore frowned and got up, setting the beer down. "I dont think so..she wouldve called ahead.." she said nervously and grabbed a boot knife, putting it in the waistband of her shorts. Walking over to the door, she opened it to see who was there.

It was Oliver.

Everything happened in a blur. Oliver suddenly charged forward, busting Taylore aside and against the wall. He threw a throwing knife at Wilmond. In his surprise, Wilmond wasn't able to fully dodge it, the knife made a long but shallow cut across his upper right arm. It stung him, but he knew it wasn't time to lick his wounds. He darted sidewards, grabbing his cudgel from the floor.
Oliver drew a pistol from his waistband and aimed it at Wilmond. Wilmond's eyes narrowed. Oh no you won't! With an enormous effort, he threw his cudgel. It flew across the room and hit Oliver in the shoulder. He screamed in pain and fell backwards,unable to use both arms now.
It's over... Ignoring the cut in his arm, he ran over to Taylore and helped her sit straight. "Are you allright?"

Taylore hit her head against the wall as she was pushed against it. Sinking to the floor with a groan, putting her hand to the back of her head. Her vision blurred and she was just able to make out Wilmond throwing something and Oliver hitting the ground with a thud. Pulling her hand away from her head, there was a bit of blood on it but not much. "I think so.."she said quietly as her vision started to clear up then darken back out. Grabbing a hold of Wilmond's shirt as she started to fall.

Wilmond caught her long before she could hit the ground. "Taylore!" He picked her up and carried her across the room, putting her to bed. He took of his shirt and ripped it to pieces, using the remains of it to bandage her head. he then supported it with a pillow. He ran for the kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with water. He brought it back. "Here, drink this." he helped Taylore to sit straight and put the glass against her lips, waiting for her to drink.

Taylore winced slightly as he bandaged her head but she didnt complain. Holding onto him weakly as he put the glass to her lips keeping her sitting up. Slowly she took a couple of sips then pushed it away. Putting her head against Wilmond's arm, her eyes fluttered closed as she slowly started to loose conciousness. "A-Are..you....okay?.." She whispered as the spaces between her words got longer. She had a concussion from hitting the cement wall so hard and she was barely keepig herself concious.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me. Is there a phone here? I need to call a doctor for you!"

It took Taylore a long minute to answer him. "..kitchen..table...call......Max........number..is on..the phone..contacts.." She murmured. Then all her body weight leaned into Wilmond as she lost conciousness.

Wilmond gently put her down and covered her with some blankets, making sure she was well supported. He then ran over to the kitchen, kicking Oliver in the guts on the way there. He found the phone and quickly dialed Max's number.
"Hello, am I speaking to Max? Yeah, this is Taylore's number... No, I... Look, there's no time to explain, just get your ass over here! Thank you!" he looked after Taylore for a while untill he heard a knock on the door. "Finally!" he opened the door and let him in.

Max came in with a black duffle bag slung across his shoulder. For a second he stood there and wondered why the man before him had no shirt on. But considering how much taller and more muscled than he was, he didnt ask questions and came inside finding a man lying on the floor. He edge around the man and looked around for Taylore, rushing over as he saw her on the bed. Carefully, he picked up her head and moved the ripped up pieces of cloth to see the injury. After he got a good look at it, he gently set her head back down then took out some liquid in a bottle. He also took out a bandage wrap and a bottle with some pain pills in it. Lifting her head again, he cleaned it off and relaxed once he realized it wasnt too bad. It wouldnt need stitches so that was good. After he cleaned it, he took to ripped up and bloodied pieces of cloth from around her head then wrapped it with the bandage instead. It took a good forty minutes for him to get this all done. Then he washed his hands and went back over to her. Checking the dilation of her pupils by shining a light in her eyes then he looked at Wilmond. "What did she hit?" he asked.