@Vuclan-is-tired
Antoine winces, pulling out a particularly long one. He hisses through his teeth and sighs softly, managing to get the rest out of the gash with ease.
Antoine winces, pulling out a particularly long one. He hisses through his teeth and sighs softly, managing to get the rest out of the gash with ease.
(Oh my)
madison got up and looked out the window and her eyes turned gray the turned to the group "its gonna storm "
"You're not psychic!" Jordan barks then shuts his mouth and sighs, cursing himself for talking
Antoine grimaced as he looks up, "Anyone have warm water or rubbing alcohol? I don't want this getting infected."
"Should have thought of that before walking down those stairs, elephant." Jordan barks back
"I know when its gonna rain, " Madison said annoyed and went to the sink and ran hot water for antoine
"I'm not fat thank you very much." He growls. He was actually very built. He sighs, rolling his eyes.
Well. I went up and down those stairs no problem. Must mean something." Jordan jeers
"Yeah, I have more muscle than you." He leers in reply.
Amber had been chatting with Fierte but she jumped up and went over to where Antoine had fallen. “What the hell happened over here? Is that blood?” She asked, her eyes wide.
The house began to warm up, from the fireplace and something else, now. A minute later, Oliver came back upstairs. “Got the furnace working, it should get warmer.”
Fierte walked over, her eyes widening a tad when she saw the blood. “Alright, who needs medical assistance?” she asked
Antoine waves his hand. "I'm fine." He groans shaking his head a little as he carefully wraps a makeshift bandage from some of his shirt.
“Stop that. You obviously aren’t, and I have real bandages in my bag,” Fierte protested
Pandora made her way up the stairs as well, finally able to take her coat off now that it was warmer. She saw Antoine's wound and winced a bit. "You shouldn't use your t shirt, if it's not clean, your wound could get infected."
"Alright… I'll use those then." he says, looking up at Fierte. "Ngh… my question is… does it need stitches?" He mutters to himself.
“Probably not, so long as you don’t mess with it anymore,” Fierte answered. She walked off, returning a moment later with her bag. She sat down next to Antoine before pulling the first aid kit out
"What happened?" Evelin asked, returning from the bathroom.
"The staircase happened." Antoine replies, sighing.
Fierte began bandaging his ankle, doing so quickly. "I have tylenol as well, if you need it," she offerd
"No, it's good." He say softly.
Jordan sighs. He rests his chin on his arms. His elbows where resting on his knees
Evelin watched them, a peculiar look on her face. "Fierte, it's okay, I got it. You can go now." She sat down, examining the bandages. "Huh. Nothing out of place. You did… a great job." She stood up abruptly, heading to the kitchen. "I'll soap the dishes. Who's going to rinse?"
(can evelin be a bit jealous of fierte because evelin's an overprotective bish? well, no, that's not the full reason. it's that evelin feels frustrated for not being there for antoine when she's supposed to be a doctor when she's older, and she's taking it out on fierte)
(sure)
Fierte gave her a look but eventually sighed. "Okay, okay. You do it then," she said before putting the spare medical supplies away and walking off
Antoine stands, trying to get used to the feeling and the small twinges of pain.
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