Blaine knocked and entered the garage, hobbling on his bad leg. He stopped by the shelves, taking a quick breather before unfolding himself a chair.
"She'll pull through. Barely." Blaine said, briefly glancing at the fox as he told his brother.
Tyler took a deep breath, countering it with a cigarette. "Good...we're not going to kill him." He said, pointing to the fox. Blaine stared in response, mulling it over.
"Okay. We'll leave him locked in here." Blaine replied, "Now go see her. I'll watch him." The bear then looked to the fox, tapping the stock of the shotgun he brought on the ground.
Tyler locked the garage door behind himself, slowly walking into the living room. Stopping at the doorway, he looked at the bloodstains across the floor. Shuddering at the memories, he turned back to the couch and sat down.
He quietly held her hand and sat there without a word, as if he was afraid of leaving that moment in time.