Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in utr_logs,
She nodded and stood, watching to make sure he didn't wobble, before going to the bathroom. She grabbed a few rags and got them wet, rubbing anti bacterial soap into half of them. Then she grabbed a towel and draped it over her shoulder.
"Alright, dis won't hurt as much as the fingers. I think. Never had a big cut on my face befo'." She knelt in front of him, eyeing his bloody clothes.
"After dis, I'll get y' a change o' clothes." She picked up one of the soapy rags, and cleaned his cuts, followed by one of the rags without soap. "When's de last time y' ate, ange?"