The young man bent over slightly, hands holding his knees as he stood there; eyes closed as the pain gently surged from his cut, the feeling of his warm blood seeping out cause a shiver to run up his spine. It wasn’t as if he’d never gotten hurt before in his life, hell, as a child he probably had gotten cuts and scrapes all the time. Did that very well ever keep Dei from worrying? No, in fact, him bleeding only made Dei worry more for the boy; no matter how many times he could tell him he was fine.
“Yeah Dei, I’m fine,” he sighed softly, purple eyes looking up towards him, “it’s just a cut, it’s not very deep, just stings really.” The boy’s hand slowly moved to where he’d been cut, fingers sliding across the fresh blood to held reveal it better. It wasn’t bad, it truly wasn’t, but damn if Dei wasn’t more worried than he should be.
“Dei, calm down,” he placed a bloodied hand onto the larger male’s arm, a soft reassuring look on his face, “I know, trust me... I know, just... give me something to wrap around it and it’ll be fine I promise.”
“Yeah Dei, I’m fine,” he sighed softly, purple eyes looking up towards him, “it’s just a cut, it’s not very deep, just stings really.” The boy’s hand slowly moved to where he’d been cut, fingers sliding across the fresh blood to held reveal it better. It wasn’t bad, it truly wasn’t, but damn if Dei wasn’t more worried than he should be.
“Dei, calm down,” he placed a bloodied hand onto the larger male’s arm, a soft reassuring look on his face, “I know, trust me... I know, just... give me something to wrap around it and it’ll be fine I promise.”
