[closed] just the way the sunlight hits your eyes

[hellshaped]

CHARACTERS: Hellboy and Olivia
DATE: After this thing
WARNINGS: Blood, injury
SUMMARY: Hellboy got in a fight with a dead guy. Olivia helps him stop bleeding everywhere.

Hellboy is not really sure what he was expecting to have happened.

Part of him feels confused. Betrayed, maybe. He didn't know Koltira that well, but he had him pegged for more or less a good person, if not a little on the morose side. He certainly didn't expect to find him terrorizing some person in the woods, and get shredded for intervening.

Another part of him feels elated; he's loath to admit it, but something about fighting like that has always made his adrenaline flow like nothing else. He tries not to think about it too hard as he trudges back toward the goblin settlement, leaving a trail of blood behind him. It's not that he's not concerned with being found by some ravenous animal following the proverbial breadcrumbs, but what else is he going to do?

As quickly as his wounds will heal, it's not instantaneous. He's going to have to take it easy for a few days. And, most importantly, find something to stop himself from bleeding out.

Comments

[winces]

She doesn't stop to question his choice of words. Stop bleeding on its own? Does that mean he self-healed at a faster rate than usual? She knows he isn't human, and so she has to wonder if perhaps this much blood is nothing to him, where it certainly would have been fatal for anyone else she knows.

But at the moment, she can't afford to let herself get too distracted. She needs all her focus to concentrate on healing the wounds presented to her. Some gashes are deeper than the others, and those are the ones she'll only be able to partially stitch up. The other, more minors ones heal up without any problem, though by the end of it, she is looking considerably winded. She's only been practicing these past few weeks, after all — she hasn't graduated to wounds of this magnitude yet.

With a light sheen of sweat dotting her brow, Olivia pulls back, lips parting on small puffs of breath. She looks over her work, and while she wishes she could have done more... It's better than what she could have done without ALASTAIR's meddling, that's for sure.

"It's... It's not much, but... That should get you through the night, at least."

wow this is a lot older than i thought it was... i'm so sorry ughh

[hellshaped]

Her assumption about Hellboy's turn of phrase is right, at least, though there's not much time for discussion. He knows his injuries must look frightening to a human, so he doesn't put up much of a fuss as Olivia does... whatever it is she's doing. He's still not entirely clear, but --

But then it doesn't matter. Her hands move away and he's staring down at his torso, already half-healed, the deeper gashes knitting together much more quickly than his body would do on its own. The smaller cuts are gone altogether.

Hellboy looks up at Olivia, eyes wide. He's lost enough blood where he still feels slightly weakened, but at least he doesn't have the pain to deal with anymore. He reaches out to touch her face, concerned by how exhausted she seems, but then thinks better of it when he realizes his hand is covered in his own blood.

"I don't know what to say. Thank you," he says, sitting a little more upright. He still doesn't quite trust magic, but it'd be rude to bring that up when it took so much out of her. "Are you okay?"