maybe i’m fucking scum && salem

[✧ shepherd]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 125%; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 2px;"]perhaps thinking he could handle taking care of an open wound, prone to infection, was not a good idea after all. dousing it in alcohol and wrapping it with cloth wasn’t going to stop it from bleeding any time he made a certain movement, and there’s no way he knew for certain that the alcohol was actually helping to kill bacteria. he wasn’t a medical professional, just an idiot who liked to get in lots of fights. he needed a professional to help him, even if he hated to admit it. he was just fine on his own, but when it came to blood? his own blood, especially? he was completely lost and out of it.

and that’s exactly what he found, or he assumed. he himself was attempting to find some sort of better bandaging to help with the bleeding. when shepherd saw a woman, much shorter than he, also in search for what appeared to be medical supplies. his eyes then fell onto the young child with her and he couldn’t help the little smile that grew on his face. shepherd liked to say that he wasn’t much of a fan of kids, but when he was actually around them he was like a big kid himself and enjoyed playing.

shepherd went up beside her and lightly tapped her shoulder before lifting his shirt, showing off the gnarly and dirty bandaging around his abdomen. “any idea how to take care of this, eh?”