Daphne sighed as he poked himself in the head. Honestly, some boys never grew up, did they?
"Then... I'll clean you up a little, and you can go home. But you really should go the hospital at some point. At least talk to a doctor." She moved to the kitchen where she wet a hand towel and brought it back, before precariously sitting next to him where there was no blood. "Hold still." One hand slid under his chin as the other started wiping away the dirt and blood. She remembered the brown and red that had circled the drain in her shower, and she was sure George would have more in his when he got the chance. At least this way he wouldn't look like he was about to fall down and die when he walked the streets.