“Well you must be very brave. I’d be screaming my head off!” Blake smiled warmly. “Hey, can one of you run and grab him a bandage? Or at least some gauze and med tape? Depending on how deep the cut is, I might need rubbing alcohol as well.” He turned to look at Peter an Sky for a moment, giving them instructions. “Tell you what Ellis, if you can stay strong for me while I patch you up then we can do anythzing you want okay?”
Frankie watched sadly and felt her heart melt for the poor child. He was so young, so safe, so innocent and yet somehow the universe had managed to hurt him.
Ellis nodded quickly, licking off the snot that was drooling down his lip. "O-okay," he stammered in his little, high-pitched whimper. He looked up to his brother, who scampered off to find bandaging somewhere. Ellis quietly poured with whimpering apologies.
“Don’t apologize! It’s not your fault!” Blake tried to soothe him. “It’s all gonna be okay. Trust me on this.” He wrapped his wing around Ellis reassuringly, making a goofy face at the small boy.
Peter returned quickly with gauze, worry plastered all over his face. Ellis's little crow wings were kept tightly folded against his back, sucking up snot again.
“Thanks Pete.” Blake smirked confidently, trying to hide any fear he felt. “Alright Ellis, I need to see your cut. I’m gonna get you all patched up.”
He nodded stiffly, his lips trembling. "Mh.. mh.." he whimpered breathily, bringing out his bleeding hand.
“It’s gonna be alright. I have basic medical training from… from being a soldier for awhile. I’ll take good care of you.” Blake soothed, taking the gauze from Peter. He unraveled it slowly. “I’m just going to wrap this around your cut.” He calmly started to wrap the gauze around Ellis’s cut, trying to be as gentle as possible.
Ellis squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for pain.
(HIIEE~~ Sorry for my absence these past few days. I was busy working on stuff leading up to my graduation. Now it's all over and I can relax somewhat! ^-^ Also, @TiredOtter WELCOME BACKKK~~~ Also I saw Be More Chill referenced. Michael in the Bathroom is kind of my anthem except for "the part that rhymes with scorn–yeah no thanks I'm an ace." XDD Anywho, how've you all been? ^u^)
(I have been as well as one can be with an annoying sister)
(@Nerd Aww, I'm sorry to hear that. ;-; I used to have one too. [But then we kinda reconciled and we're cool now.] Give it time. I'll be praying for you. ^u^)
(My sister is reading this over my shoulder and is now not going to give me the cookie she'd promised)
(oh well)
(Aww. ;-;)
(Wait where was the Be More Chill reference? Sorry lol I'm weird.)
(Some pages back? I just saw someone say Be More Chill. I don't really know.)
(Oh haha)
(Lol that was me! I love Michael Mell more than life itself)
He tried to finish wrapping the cut as quickly as possible, hoping Ellis wasn’t in too much pain. “Okay, finished.” He finished wrapping the gauze and auickly taped it. “You okay?” He asked softly, staying in a kneeling position in front of the boy.
He nodded, sniffling his red, stuffed nose. "It doesn't hurt so bad now," he croaked, Peter petting his head.
"I knew you'd be brave." Blake grinned, standing up to his full height and stretching. He shook out his wings a bit as well, picking out a few loose feathers.
"Thanks, Blake," Peter smiled widely.
Skylar watched Ellis and grabbed Peter's hand, forgetting all about her dare.
“Hey! Sky’s out!” Blake made a loud whooping noise and pumped his fist in the air, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. He ruffled Ellis’s hair before trotting back over to Frankie and sitting down by her side again.
"Fu–…Fudge!" She cried, still clutching onto Peter's hand.