Re: Rehab: Misha B & Damian W
[The blood wasn't stopping. The blood wasn't stopping.] Damian, you got to pinch your nose while I hold the handkerchief. Can you do that? Please do that for me. [He tried real hard to sound like he knew what he was talking 'bout, but there wasn't no doubt he was starting to fret in a way that had nothing to do with his long-term fears 'bout Lyssa. If the bleeding didn't stop, then Damian would bleed out right where he was, and Misha couldn't let that happened. And, normally, he'd just consider bartering his wings for the other boy's life, but he couldn't do that now. If he did, then he wouldn't be able to protect Damian from Lyssa in the future, but he didn't know if regular doctors could help with this.
Yes, the blue was fading, and the more panicked Misha got the more it faded 'til there wasn't nothing but dull gray 'neath skin that had glowed soft moments 'fore.] You got to tell me it's okay to help get her from your head. You got to say yes. Please, let me try. She wants to get you locked away where I can't get to you. [He shook his head, and he forgot to keep that handkerchief 'gainst Damian's nose. He cupped the boy's cheeks.] Please, Dami.