stations: (58)
puǝsuʍoʇ ʞɔɐɾ ([personal profile] stations) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2022-09-20 07:00 am (UTC)

( Kyle tilts from crouch to ass, and Jack's reflexes are catlike only in the sense that they're probably asleep in a sun spot on the floor somewhere right now. He jolts to try and catch the guy about a second and a half late, and doesn't so much as manage to even get a hand on him before it's already over.

Why did he bother trying, really?

It's still a little concerning, despite Kyle's insistence to the contrary.
)

Okay. Um- hold on.

( He takes a slow, precarious knee at Kyle's side.

He's been practicing. There's a pause, a look of concentration, a wrinkle of his nose. Two, three, four seconds pass, and then with little fanfare and no special effects, there's quite suddenly a coffee cup in his left hand, and a scrap of cloth in his right.
)

Here, let me see-

( It might be alarming, but should Kyle balk at the idea that Jack's about to dab hot coffee on his wound, he can breathe easy. Any reluctance will be met with a bewildered: it's just water, I'm not a maniac.

He can help rinse the gross and the dirt out, give him something to press against the wound to stop the bleeding until they can get back to the castle and have a healer take care of it.
)

Post a comment in response:

This community only allows commenting by members. You may comment here if you're a member of abraxaslogs.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting