Turpentine is not good for owies
Who: Vlad and Luc What: Time for some healing Where: Luc's trailer When: Friday afternoon Rating: PG-13 for swearing content likely. Status: Incomplete
Vlad had spent most of the morning, limping around even more than usual as he did the usual rounds of shaving, trims and hair styling. When he finished, he had a bit of time to himself so he returned to his trailer. He was tired and felt cold even with the sweater he was wearing in the summer heat.
When he got inside, he locked the door and carefully prodded at the long slice down his leg which was throbbing incessantly. Frowning, he undid his suspenders and the bandage and swore. The skin was red, swollen and hot to the touch of his ice cold fingers and a yellowish discharge oozed from it. Vlad swore softly. There was no helping it, he was going to have to go see the new doctor. Which mean risking exposure. The cut was low enough on his leg though that if he was careful he could probably manage it. Vlad knew that this was beyond the help of a bit of alcohol and a fresh bandage.
He wrapped it back up and got himself rearranged, taking a bit of extra care with the rolled hose that usually served him as a dick. Putting on another sweater, he stepped out and limped over to the doctor's trailer. Vlad knocked on the door and told his stomach to behave itself. Everything would be fine.