One on One with @Starry

(AKA Lower leg.)

((Sorry, forgot for a sec))

Michel started to unwrap the bandages, chewing his lip.

The bandages he had used were clean, which was surprising considering what Skye had to work with. The wound itself looked clean, but it was deep, almost to the bone.

He hissed slightly. "How did you survive today? Dear fuck…"

Skye looked over at him, "Today was pure hell…" he said quietly, "More so than usual…"

"I'm not surprised. Hold on." He said, running to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit.

Skye lay back, he didn't want to move, much less argue with the other.

He opened the kit, pulling out the disinfectant. "Not gonna lie, this will hurt like a bitch."

Skye sighed, hugging himself, "Not like it can be any worse…" he said.

He started cleaning the wound.

Skye gritted his teeth, whimpering. It hurt more thsn he'd thought.

"Sorry, sorry, but I'll be done in a few!" He promised.

Skye nodded, burying his face in the sheets as the other tended to his injury l.

He pulled away, digging out some bandages. "Okay, painful part's over."

Skye nodded, whimpering still. He still felt awful, his head pounding and he still felt sick too.

((POOR BABY I'M GONNA KILL THAT HUNTER))

"What the fuck did they even have against you?" He muttered, starting to wrap it.

"They hunt me for what I am…" he said quietly, "been playing this game of theirs since I was a kid…" he said.
(IKR?? Also part of this is because he hasn't eaten more than a granola bar or two in a few days.)

((H U N N Y))

He tied off the bandages. "Of course. Like the fucking scum of the Earth they apparently are." He hissed, going to grab his spell book and wand.

(He's a street rat! Homeless! What else do you expect? Also I need to make my lunch for tomorrow, be back in a few.)

((I know, I just love him and it kills me))

(Oh hun, you should meet his younger brothers.)

((THEY HAVE ALL MY OWOS))

Skye twisted slightly to watched micheal, regretting as another wave of nausea hit him.

((THEY HAVE ALL MY OWOS))

(Yee… one got possessed. Another was abused. The youngest was attacked by the unwilling possessed one.)

"Okay, so this won't hurt, but it's not quiet an instant fix either. It's uhhh 'to alleviate pain and quicken healing." He said, looking down at the book. "Ready?"

((THEY HAVE ALL MY OWOS))

(Yee… one got possessed. Another was abused. The youngest was attacked by the unwilling possessed one.)

((I LOVE THEM THAT IS REALLY SAD WHY))

Skye nodded, watching him carefully. "Ready when you are.."

He gently pressed the tip of his wand to the injury, whispering the word from the book.

((THEY HAVE ALL MY OWOS))

(Yee… one got possessed. Another was abused. The youngest was attacked by the unwilling possessed one.)

((I LOVE THEM THAT IS REALLY SAD WHY))

(Alex, (the attacked one) is a prophecy child destinied to defeat great evil.
Great evil separates him and his twin siblings.
Arthur (one of the twins.) Gets used as a host by Great Evil's minion and is used to try and kill Alex. Multiple times.

Sirus, the sibling between Skye and the triplets, is abused, attacked, and belittled by his father who kinda forced him on his mom if ya know what I mean..)

He gently pressed the tip of his wand to the injury, whispering the word from the book.

Skye winced, but didn't resist, trusting Micheal enough to help him.