"I'm not sure." Byron replied, looking at it and back to Ollie. He brought out his medkit.
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Ollie chewed on his bottom lip, pouting just a little and eyeing the medkit.
Byron started to splint his leg, using a small strip of hard plastic, wrapping it up with gauze. He went to the kitchen, abd came back with a pair of plastic bags, doubled up, with ice inside.
“B-Byron are you sure all this is necessary?” He asked quietly, looking from his leg to the other.
"Mhm. Unfortunately." The vampire replied. "Looks pretty bad." He added, in a flat tone
Ollie sighed, flopping backwards into the bed, “I just have the worst of luck…”