From dusk till dawn, baby I'm right here

He was being a bit of a pain, not that Lucette could fault him for it when her mindset would have swung the same way. She continued to clean, fixing him with a hard look. She had words to say and just because her tongue was currently busy didn't mean she wasn't going to say them… and maybe she gave the wound a couple extra licks to stress a point. Then, blood in her mouth, she moved closer to the edge of the bed and spat it at the Earth. Yuck. Maybe they needed to go for a wash more often. His fur, while it had remained white, had grit in it. Well.. duh, she told herself. He had hunted the bison calf… and the mother had been the one to get him. Could have been residue on her horn. Ew. Either way… it was a thought for later.

For now Lucy turned to him. "You know damn good and well I don't sit still unless I'm dying, or if I ever end up dead I guess. I'm serious Bae… if this thing doesn't scab and you get it infected what you're feeling now will be like the tenderest kiss. Infected wounds are freaking nasty and they hurt like hell. I don't want to see you suffer, Bae. If it got infected I don't even know if my dad could help." Her ears lowered and her gaze fixed on him. "It's not like the tiny puncture wounds I left on your leg. If this gets infected I'm sure it could kill you." It was Lucy's turn to be worried. Her father had always stressed the importance of keeping a wound clean. Always! She knew Bae-Syl worried for her but honestly, what would happen to her in a few days while he rested?

She flinched as another shiver of cold ran through her body. Yeah, right. She could pull a stupid too… and then what? What if she couldn't make it back to him? Dammit, she hated when he was right.

Lucette moved back to his side and huffed. "Fine." She wouldn't fight him on this. This was more dangerous than some petty fight about letting her walk. If she failed… her gaze focused on her paws. If Bae-Syl died it was going to be her fault. She wasn't prepared with herbs, she didn't even know if her dad had what they'd need. She closed her eyes for a moment, uttering a certain four letter curse for the first time in her life.

"Fuck!" She breathed out, expelling frustration akin to her mother's anger. If there was a feeling in the world she hated above any other it was feeling powerless. Powerless to help her best friend… "I don't even know if the Lamb's Ear will do anything. I mean, what if I'm wrong? What if it doesn't help with infection at all? What's that make it, some cheap bandaging?" Tears had started to prick her eyes though Lucette wasn't looking at him. Hot, angry streams began to slide down her cheeks.

"Damnit…" For the first time ever she had been broken out of her focus of healing. For once the possibilities weren't "okay" but instead leaned toward very not okay. It wasn't a chance they could be lost. It was a chance he could be lost. And that realization terrified her.

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