Post by Silver on Apr 19, 2009 21:15:25 GMT
Frick simply smiled benignly as Honey's signature blush settled on her features, pinking her cheeks and causing her to look down at the floor. He was getting used to seeing it there, a decoration. He liked it, but doubted Honey did. He didn't know anyone who liked it when they blushed, it was a sign of lots of things, in Honey's case at this precise moment, embarressment probably, and anxiety? Possibly.
"Thanks." His smile increased when Honey agreed to help with his head. He could do it alone, he had before. But it made it easier to have someone there to talk to, in case the wound started to bleed widely. It was difficult to apply a bandage, mop blood and apply antiseptic all the same time when you only have two hands.
When the cool breeze drifted along, Frick noted how Honey shivered against it. He was reminded that he was currently using her t-shirt as a pressure pad to stop the blood, and that she was probably extremely cold now the bonfire was a good distance away. He wasn't at the moment. His body was still somewhat fuelled by adrenaline keeping the cold at bay. But he frowned and considered suggesting she head to her room to put on some clothes, that his head could wait.
He was more worried about his companion catching hypothermia.
But they were at the nurses office in next to no time, and Honey dashed off the ladies room as soon as it was within eyesight. Frick decided he would suggest her putting some more clothes on when she was finished.
Frick walked further into the office, hoping for the nurse to be there. Naturally she wasn't, she never seemed to be in the school when anyone actually wanted her. Frick wondered why they even had a nurse, when Nimah has healing powers. But he never brought it up. He just guessed it was normal protocol.
Going to the sink on the far side of the room, Frick gingerly began to pull away the damp and blood stained shirt from his head to examine the damage. He winced. Some of the blood and dired to the t-shirt connecting to Frick's head, and it stung when he removed it, it started to bleed but not heavily. He placed the shirt and can in the sink and looked closer.
Under the reddness and the blood he could make out fresh, pink skin which needed to be protected before it became infected. The edges of the wound were beginning to scab already, which would need to be removed before it scabbed entirely. This wasn't something he wanted to do. He had to. The entire thing had to be cleaned and disinfected. The sabs might had had sand in which would halt the healing process.
Frick groaned and left the mirror going to the cabinet closest to the nurses desk. He had a lot of things to find, and judging by the desk, the nurse wasn't the most organised woman in the world. It could take him a while.
"Thanks." His smile increased when Honey agreed to help with his head. He could do it alone, he had before. But it made it easier to have someone there to talk to, in case the wound started to bleed widely. It was difficult to apply a bandage, mop blood and apply antiseptic all the same time when you only have two hands.
When the cool breeze drifted along, Frick noted how Honey shivered against it. He was reminded that he was currently using her t-shirt as a pressure pad to stop the blood, and that she was probably extremely cold now the bonfire was a good distance away. He wasn't at the moment. His body was still somewhat fuelled by adrenaline keeping the cold at bay. But he frowned and considered suggesting she head to her room to put on some clothes, that his head could wait.
He was more worried about his companion catching hypothermia.
But they were at the nurses office in next to no time, and Honey dashed off the ladies room as soon as it was within eyesight. Frick decided he would suggest her putting some more clothes on when she was finished.
Frick walked further into the office, hoping for the nurse to be there. Naturally she wasn't, she never seemed to be in the school when anyone actually wanted her. Frick wondered why they even had a nurse, when Nimah has healing powers. But he never brought it up. He just guessed it was normal protocol.
Going to the sink on the far side of the room, Frick gingerly began to pull away the damp and blood stained shirt from his head to examine the damage. He winced. Some of the blood and dired to the t-shirt connecting to Frick's head, and it stung when he removed it, it started to bleed but not heavily. He placed the shirt and can in the sink and looked closer.
Under the reddness and the blood he could make out fresh, pink skin which needed to be protected before it became infected. The edges of the wound were beginning to scab already, which would need to be removed before it scabbed entirely. This wasn't something he wanted to do. He had to. The entire thing had to be cleaned and disinfected. The sabs might had had sand in which would halt the healing process.
Frick groaned and left the mirror going to the cabinet closest to the nurses desk. He had a lot of things to find, and judging by the desk, the nurse wasn't the most organised woman in the world. It could take him a while.