forum One on One with @Starry

Started April 25, 2019 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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Skye hissed in pain, sitting down to yank the arrow out. He did a mental search for more hunters, but they'd all left. "I'll be fine…" he growled, ripping off some of his pantleg to bandage the injury, getting back up a moment later.

"You got shot in the "leg. We should be getting you to a *hospital." He said, starting to get worried.

"I'll be fine." Said Skye flatly. "I have supplies for this back at my hideout. I'm going to head back there. Don't worry about me." He said flatly, starting to limp off.

"Are you sure?" He asked, trailing after him a bit.

"I've dealt with stuff like this before. Have been since I ended up on the streets.." he huffed, suddenly breaking into a sprint, dashing up into an alley before the other could stop him.

He tried to follow after him, but lost him. "Gods damit-"

Skye didn't stop, even though his leg burned with pain. He ran for several blocks, before reaching a run-down house, and creeping inside. Heading to the living room he flopped down in a sleeping bag in one corner, pulling out a ratty first aid kit, and attempting to clean the wound with a waterbottle and some gauze. Then grabbing some thread and a needle he started to stitch it up, tears of pain comjng unbidden.

Micheal went to find the others, deciding to see if they were okay.

Having dealt with the wound, and putting up safeguards on the house, Skye finally let himself pass out.
(Timeskip till class the next day? Substitute teach, and Skye gonna be late due to injury.. also it probably be infected by then)

((Sure.))

Micheal dragged himself into class, dropping into his seat. His mind was a lot of places, but mainly kept circling back to Is Wolfheart actually okay? Why didn't I follow him longer? What if they cornered him again? What if-

Class had started ten minutes ago as Skye limped down the hall. Opening the door he quietly slipped in, but not before the teacher spoke. "And who are you young man?" He asked.

"My name is Skye sir," he replied calmly, "Apologies for being late, it won't happen again."

Micheal looked up from the worksheet he had been pretending to work on that he was going to actually do for homework. What happened that he's limping?

"Skye… Skye Wolfheart isn't it?" Asked the teacher, checking the attendance sheet.
Skye nodded, limping to his seat. "Yes sir…" he said.

He blinked, snapping his head back down. No- wait- is he the Wolfheart from last night? Fuck, is he okay?

Skye sifhed, getting to work. He ignored the continuing pain in his leg from last night. Not even registering that Micheal was in the room, and had heard his last name. The second period bell rang and he rushed to shove papers in his bag and then limp out of the rokm and up the stairs to his next class.

Micheal walked out, mind racing. Okay, how do I discreatly ask about that?

Skye made his way up the stairs, biting his lip ti keep from whimpering, trying not to show how much his leg hurt. And the fact that he aas feeling nauseous from being unable to find food.

Micheal sat down in the next class, digging through his bag. Hey, there's that granola bar!

Skye struggled to focus in this class too, pain and nausea becoming overwhelming.

He looked over. "Hey, you okay?" He whispered. Nailed it? Maybe? Fuck, it's gotta be the Wolfheart from last night.

Skye glanced up, half startled. "Yeah.. just didn't sleep well…" he lied, trying to keep pain out of his voice.

"…Ya sure about that?" He asked, letting a bit of his out of school way of speaking slip through.

Skye nodded, "positive" he lied. More like heck no. I'm in pain and ready to puke and/or pass out.

He handed him a granola bar. "Here, it has a fuck ton of sugar in it, plus chocolate. Chocolate fixes everything." He said, smiling softly.

Skye stared at him, but he didn't hesitate to take it. "Thanks…" he said, you have no idea… he thought nibbling on some.