From dusk till dawn, baby I'm right here

Lucette · 07-30-2022, 11:36 PM

Our lives are made in these small hours

Lucette was cursing her poor decision now. She was so cold, feeling miserable, and have even caused Bae-Syl to get dragged back out into the rain to help protect her. She knew she often wasn’t where she should be… she had a sense of wanderlust that wasn’t simple curbed. She had to admit it was nice settling down somewhere so big and spacious for a chance. She’d grown fond of the farmhouse. Maybe it could be like a base of operations for them, a place to come home to. She welcomed the thought as she trudged the rest of the way under Bae towards the back porch. It wasn’t a glamorous march but they made it.

Once he moved from over her Lucette shook out her coat, the action was done with so much force that she slipped a little. Then she moved inside, noticing the calf first. “You caught this? And drug it here? In the rain?” She asked with a quirked brow. Bae-Syl was already on his way into the next room, however, flopping down unceremoniously on the thing were using as a bed. She would have shaken her head, dismissing his actions if it wasn’t for the sudden pained hiss she heard escape his lips.

Lucette was moving in a second to the other room.

Her green eyes went wide the moment she saw the wound and she scoffed, immediately hopping back off the bed to the lamb’s ear she had brought back from the orchard on one of her visits to her folks. She had hoped she wouldn’t need it, but her father had mentioned it might be a good idea to gather some anyway. She didn’t have a bag like her dad did to store it, so she wasn’t able to bring a lot, but it was something.

“Not that bad my ass, any deeper and you could have been gored. Going after a bison calf, alone, without anyone to distract the mother? She could have ripped you apart and trampled you! Sorry to say, Bae, you’re pretty to look at, but you’re not any fun if you’re a blood den liner.” Lucette picked up the lamb's ear and moved back to the bed and set it down to look at the wound.

Thankfully being in the downpour served a purpose - the wound was cleaner than it would have been without it. She glanced at him again; the wound was right across his rib cage and fairly long. Maybe four inches across the ribs and two inches or so high. “You’d better not ever hunt bison again. You’re on bed rest for the new few days at least. This thing needs to scab well before you do anything major, do you understand?” Her ears flicked back.

“I don’t even have the right herbs here to treat it, and I know good and well if I try to go back out there to get what I need you’ll drag me back in here by my tail so we’re going to work with what I’ve got. It’s mainly for smaller wounds and scrapes but hopefully, it’ll help prevent infection.” Lucette’s gaze softened slightly. “This is going to hurt like a bitch and you’re probably going to have some bad bruising from this… I’ll have my dad come look at it tomorrow. He’s got more herbs stashed in his bag than just this lamb’s ear. He’s more experienced than me too, and this looks like if it doesn’t close properly it’s going to be a pain…”

The femme then set to work on the wound, washing over it with her tongue. It didn’t taste great but she wanted to make sure that the bleeding had come to a complete stop before she started treating the injury. As well as make sure it was fully clean. Right now the thought that they’d probably both wake up sick tomorrow wasn’t even on her mind; she was focused on the injury in front of her, and if Bae-Syl knew what was good for him he wouldn’t try to argue. Lucy would sit on him if she had to to make sure he didn’t go anywhere.

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Prescribe a treatment (to Bae-Syl) - 1 / 3

"Talk", 'Think.'

These little wonders these twists and turns of fate

_{Art by Asena}

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