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A Helping Hand

Randall then did the only thing he could think of. Moving fast even with the cumbersome cast he had kneeled down beside her in a flash, and had leaned over and gripped her shoulders holding her up as she had began to slump. Another one of his hands had reached out and grabbed the fallen inhaler. With one set of arms around her, he had jammed the inhaler into her mouth and had triggered off one, two, big blasts of the gas. He could smell the bitterness of it but ignored it.

The human had sucked in a big gulp of air then began to cough and gag. As he had sat there still helping to prop her up as her body jerked in his hold she continued to cough he began to feel guilt. In his stubbornness, he had caused her to have this bad asthma attack. She was right; she had taken him in and had saved his pathetic excuse of a life. He had screamed the same thing at the monster that had banished him.

Sullivan.

Randall remembered what he had screamed at the giant fur rug. ‘You STUPID pathetic waste!’ Randall had been meaning himself though. The stress of the day and all his own failures had him to believe that it was him that was the pathetic waste. Randall had felt himself slipping in his own depression when he had felt something pushing at him. Looking back down he had seen the human trying to push his arm away. He had still continued to hold the inhaler in her face and hadn’t lowered it.

From chapter 8 Lost then Found but not Healed

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This here is my favorite scene.

Randall Boggs [c] Disney/ Pixar
Danielle DeMarsh {c} me

Art{c} me

Description
A Helping Hand

Randall then did the only thing he could think of. Moving fast even with the cumbersome cast he had kneeled down beside her in a flash, and had leaned over and gripped her shoulders holding her up as she had began to slump. Another one of his hands had reached out and grabbed the fallen inhaler. With one set of arms around her, he had jammed the inhaler into her mouth and had triggered off one, two, big blasts of the gas. He could smell the bitterness of it but ignored it.

The human had sucked in a big gulp of air then began to cough and gag. As he had sat there still helping to prop her up as her body jerked in his hold she continued to cough he began to feel guilt. In his stubbornness, he had caused her to have this bad asthma attack. She was right; she had taken him in and had saved his pathetic excuse of a life. He had screamed the same thing at the monster that had banished him.

Sullivan.

Randall remembered what he had screamed at the giant fur rug. ‘You STUPID pathetic waste!’ Randall had been meaning himself though. The stress of the day and all his own failures had him to believe that it was him that was the pathetic waste. Randall had felt himself slipping in his own depression when he had felt something pushing at him. Looking back down he had seen the human trying to push his arm away. He had still continued to hold the inhaler in her face and hadn’t lowered it.

From chapter 8 Lost then Found but not Healed

XXXX
This here is my favorite scene.

Randall Boggs [c] Disney/ Pixar
Danielle DeMarsh {c} me

Art{c} me