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Purple was in the kitchen. Having taken his shoes off, in favor of socks, he was following Mango as he moved rapidly, tripping over his own arms. He wanted to help.
Finding the bleeding body of this red hollow head… really put them into action mode. Purple had dragged the body as far as he could, but in the end, he was still in the crater when Mango arrived with a medkit. Blood still stuck to his face and hands. Mango had assumed HE was hurt… having looked back on the message he sent, yea he could see that. But after seeing the body in front of Purple, he quickly got to work. He had used a downgraded version of the staff to apply a two-minute healing potion as he had applied the bandaged.
He can still practically see the sticks, blood bubbling out of his throat and mouth. . .
Then after an hour of no talking, Purple is snapped out of memories by Mango’s rough voice, he had been particular perturbed by the situation.
“Purple… can you do me a favor.?” he seemed anxious to ask.
“Ahm. sure, yea sure. What is it?” He rubs his hands together, anxiously.
“Do you think you could change their neck wraps? I know you probably dont want to deal with this right now, but i need to make, or FIND a food that he.. She? Can eat when their up.” Mango’s hands keep moving as he talks, hes always been good at multitasking, but this was very efficient.
Yes. this was great, he could help. He had always been proficient in medical care. This was a good opportunity. Hurridly he nods his head and picks up the used medkit from the table, it was lighter thanthis morning… he shudders.
Making his way up the stairs he thinks. What had, caused this incident with this figure. They had been- quite literally on the brink of death. They had spasmed a few times as he and Mango brought him to the house. The stick had long red hair, it was rough and scratchy in his hands. Their clothes had been torn and cut in multiple places, along with their body. It was.. Quite frankly surprising. The red stick had a fit, if slender build. His knuckles were bruised and discolored, a slightly lighter color than the rest of his body.
He placed his hand on the doorknob, it was oddly cool compared to the situation that was happening, but he guesses he cant force doorknob, if anything to react around this incident.
Slowly opening the door, he freezes, bright red eyes lock with his. And distinctivly he feels the medkit drop from his hands, as a confusing mix of fear and worry take over. Fear?
Than like unpausing a movie, he quickly moves over to the bed.
“Oh cursors! Your awake, and your sitting up! Are you ok? Can you breath, do you taste blood?” he admits the rapid questions probably arnt helping, but he had to get it off his chest-
“Im fine, if a bit of a headache and dizzy. I can breath ok, it feels like breathing into a balloon though. Yes i still taste copper, but im not actively swallowing blood like earlier.” they had answered each question in succession. His voice was calm and raspy, which made sense. His hair was tied up now? Which probably didn't help with the headache. And miraculously his scratches had all healed? Besides the ones on his hands, but this seemed impossible, Mango had only given him two minutes of healing, and that usually just disinfects and cools a wound, but he didn't even have scars from them…
He sits next to the other stick. Even without touching the other, he could feel the body heat that resonated off of them. Which had been absent when he first found them.
Staggered breathing aside, Purple breathes in and asks. “Is it ok if i change your bandages? The- the ones on your neck I mean?”
The other just stares. Unblinking and then nods, allowing purple to lead the other to kay down. And goes for the medkit.
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Rewrapping sure had been an experience. And if he was honest, seeing through a hole in someones neck was. Undesirable to say the least. The other had closed their eyes during it, not wincing in pain or anything.
And after he was done wrapping it, he sits on the bed next to the other, who stayed laying down. He finally had time to ask questions.
“So… what are yer- ah what are your pronouns? And a.. Name? We’ve just been referring to you as ‘the stick’ haha..ha” it was awkward to say the least. The other stick didn't talk much, but it was clear his mind ran with the wind, with how fast his eyes moved.
“Pronouns? Right… im fine with anything I guess. I havent thought about it.” then he pauses. Waiting there for a while before speaking again
“My name, is…”