Peter realized a SPLIT second after Kurt started moving that PERHAPS he should have offered help, or suggested they just CUT the shirt off. there was a SLOWNESS to Kurt’s movements that suggested the action of taking the shirt off was causing DISCOMFORT. but he bit his tongue to keep quiet when the shirt was pulled over Kurt’s head to reveal ( SURPRISE ) a plethora of dark sapphire skin & a crimson wound BRIGHT against it.
he knelt before Kurt to get a better view, agreeing that the wound was quite SHALLOW. it would definitely need to be disinfected. butterfly stitches perhaps, then a good bandaging. ‘ i’m GLAD it didn’t go any deeper, then we’d have a REAL problem on our hands. the blade didn’t BREAK at all, did it? just wanna make sure there aren’t any tiny FRAGMENTS still in your skin. ’
his hands HOVERED around the wound, but he didn’t touch it, reluctant to cause Kurt any more HARM. ‘ do you think you’ll need some help patching this up? or do you want to do it alone? ’
Peter didn’t know if Kurt had any experience with fixing up wounds & would PREFER it if he could get his hands on it instead. but he’d respect WHATEVER Kurt decided. ( who knows, perhaps the other boy had more knowledge of Medical care than Peter? maybe. MAYBE. Peter was studying anatomical biology after all. )
A minor YELP resonated in response to his own movements though he tried his best to stifle it by quickly chomping fangs down into azure lips. ❛ ━━━━ mmmmfff ━━ ! ❜ he felt so stupid. weak in front of another but was forever grateful for Peter’s hospitality in his hour of need.
The question of the blade hadn’t even occurred to him until now. yet another reason for Kurt to feel stupid. he scrunches his face up in a WINCE but this time, it wasn’t pained, merely feeling idiotic. ❛ ah... no ━━━━━━ I mean, I do not zhink so... ❜ he mumbled, arching forward ever so slightly to look at the wound && then to Peter’s crouched form.
Kurt sighed, feeling more of a BURDEN knowing he couldn’t even patch himself up. reluctantly, he shook his head. ❛ nein ━━━━━━ I mean, my fingers are... ❜ he trailed off, peering down at his thicker three-fingered claws. ❛ ━━━ ━ not exactly equipped for careful works... ❜
❛ i- if you could be... able to do it ? ❜ he asked the brunet, albeit with a GUILTY expression. ❛ ━━ I am sorry I am so much trouble... ❜ he exhales through his nose, eyes closing in efforts to calm his building nerves. it was all starting to set it. the shock had faded && it was finally clearing a path for the rest of his emotions to OVERWHELM him.
