MAKE YOU QUAKE WITH FEAR / o, returning cecil
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[align=center][div style="background:; border: 0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12.5px;"]A distant barking caught his attention, snapping his head in that direction while his eyes fixated on the shapes of Advay and his canine companions. He knew next to nothing about the older man, but he considered him a friendly acquaintance if you will. He hoped to whatever god that may exist that he knew something about medicine- anything. Just something to save his little buck. As the Master approached, he watched him as he stared, awkwardly shifting like he didn't know how dire this situation was. His eyes narrowed, lips pursing as his cheeks flushed slightly, barely noticeable against the rough stubble across his jaw. Inhaling sharply through his nostrils, his muscles tensed and he swallowed thickly to force down the aggression that was going to hiss through his teeth, but he failed. "Are you going to stand there or are you going to help?"


[align=center][div style="font-size:14.1pt;line-height:0.9;color:#000;font-family:arial black"]—  I DON'T EVER MIND SHARING OXYGEN  —
I JUST WANNA GET LOST IN YOUR LUNGS [div style="font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:1px"]WOLFBITE VOLKOV. ½ WOLFBUCK; DATING. BROKEN, BEATEN, BARELY ALIVE
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[align=center][size=8pt]Advay physically jumped, his green eyes hardening rather then going wide as any other skittish person might. Immediately, he moved, his hands flying through the layers of his clothes and finding the correct layer. Advay seemed to immediately snap into action, into a different mindset entirely. "Stay," he snapped at his dogs, who whined, and Atlantis barked out towards his alpha, but said nothing more. Advay pulled out a small case, filled with what looked like an old, salvaged amount of strong sitches, and a clean hooked needle to put them in. "Move the shirt," he said, dropping down on his knees and peeling his own clothing off to leave his arms bare, able to work. "Hold the wound together, thumbs and fingers touching, don't cover the wound," he ordered, putting his hands up to make a point, thumbs and forefingers together. "It'll stop most of the bleeding as best as it can while I stitch it. How deep is it?" Shit, he might need to cauterize it...no, that didn't seem to be a problem. His hands shook slightly, but he seemed sure of himself, for once.

"W-w-what happened," he asked hesitantly, staring down at the poor, previously missing guy. This cut wasn't going to help his chances, was Advay's first thought, after threading the damned needle in his hands, of course.


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Carefully, he lowered himself down to his knees to set Cecil on to the ground, gazing at his face to find any traces of him falling asleep. If he became unconscious... What if he didn't wake up? What if he lost him forever? What if... Wolfbite swallowed heavily, darting his eyes between Advay and the sickly man as he waited for instructions. His body was visibly shaking, clearly expressing how deeply afflicted he was. As the older man ordered him to move the shirt, he was hesitant at first, though he slowly peeled it from his neck, feeling his stomach flip as the blood streamed from the wound. He glanced up as new directions were given, nodding slowly as if in a daze as he pieced the cut skin together with his fingers. "I-I don't know.." he muttered, biting his lower lip as he tried to focus on his task but he could feel his attention fading in and out.

Eyebrows furrowing, his teeth clenched as he was asked what happened, lips parting to respond but his throat felt constricted. A wave of nausea washed over him, shutting his eyes to make the world around him stop spinning so quickly. "Don't ask qu-questions..." he hissed through his teeth.


[align=center][div style="font-size:14.1pt;line-height:0.9;color:#000;font-family:arial black"]—  I DON'T EVER MIND SHARING OXYGEN  —
I JUST WANNA GET LOST IN YOUR LUNGS [div style="font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:1px"]WOLFBITE VOLKOV. ½ WOLFBUCK; DATING. BROKEN, BEATEN, BARELY ALIVE
﷽-——-–-  PINTEREST  &   STORAGE   &  BIOGRAPHY  --–-——﷽
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[align=center][size=8pt]Advay frowned, his green eyes turning to give Wolfbite a glare. How useful he was, Advay thought sarcastically, turning his attention back to the now pressed together wound. He began to sew, quick and neat with a practiced hand. He had once had to do this quickly for Calum in the middle of a game of soccer. The kid had grabbed Moksha's hand so hard he broke the big guy's pinky, but as soon as it was done he insisted he go play again, only to be put on the bench. All the same, he was happy; the bench was a couch, after all, and the goal was the old furnace they'd had. He went about reading comics until it had healed.

Halfway through the stitching, he began to ramble. "You'll have to change the bandages twice a day at post, disinfect it, and make sure there's no puse. If there is, tell me, it means we need to drain it or he could get sick, of course. Thsi shouldn't be an issue if you disinfect it," He finished, tying the stitches off in silence. "Water, food, bed. Now, he needs to rest to get over shock and blood loss. Get him some minor pain killers, don't give him any drugs for shock or anxiety, I don't know how it'll effect him with such bad health." He was done, awkwardly packing away his needle and avoiding looking at Wolf.


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