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Jongin couldn’t feel himself. His mind was floating somewhere between awake and unconscious, but he didn’t know why he was struggling to keep his eyes open. There was no one looking for him, no one who would miss him. Blood was seeping from somewhere…his mouth? His nose…? He couldn’t tell, but then again, did it really matter? He was alone… A group of drunks had come by and had liked the way he’d looked so much that they’d put his hands on him, used him as much as they’d wanted, and then beat him to their heart’s content. By the time they were done, they were laughing as they walked off, leaving a beaten and broken Jongin behind. What was he going to do…? He….he was going to die. He felt hot tears pool in his eyes, dripping over the bridge of his nose into the dirty ground of the concrete, and he struggled just to get a breath in. He closed his eyes, accepting his fate. He’d been absolutely nothing to anyone for so long, he supposed it was bound to happen sometime. Being alone since he was a child, on the streets since he was young, he supposed that he was a bit surprised it hadn’t happened sooner. All he could think of, though, was that now, he didn’t have to live in fear anymore. The anxiety, the paranoia…none of it would bother him anymore, and it wasn’t as if anyone would miss him anyway. He guessed it was time…
Fate seemed to work in a mysterious ways and Saebyeok was never not amazed by how it effected his life. Tonight was a great example of why the Witch believed in fate. Being in the city late at night was the last place one would expect to find the Witch. Loud noise, obnoxious lights, crowds of people, these were the top three things that Saebyeok hated and were the first three things someone would notice on the streets of Seoul at night. Yet for some reason the Witch was just where he hated, down the street where night clubs were at every turn, the smell of alcohol and sweat prominent in the air, and too many people waiting in lines, stumbling on the sidewalks, and hanging outside to smoke or get cheaper alcohol from the connivence store next door to the clubs.
Why was Saebyeok here though? He wasn’t even sure why he was here. There was just a strong pull that brought him here, to this specific club. Something was off though, he had no desire to enter the club or pull, but something was telling him he needed to go to into an ally. Which seemed to be very odd as usually the feeling he would get being near a dark ally would be to run.
Casting a witchlight to get a better view, Saebyeok hesitantly starts walking down the alleyway until he sees someone lumped against the wall. Doe eyes wide he rushes to the creature on the ground that seemed to be struggling to keep consciousness. Just by looking at the other he could see that his nose was broken, double wrist fracture, busted knee, there seemed to be some sort of cut to the abdomen and minor superficial cuts everywhere else. Saebyeok didn’t doubt that it was fate that led him to this man, not man. He knew that this wasn’t just an ordinary male, he could tell that his creature was supernatural, a werewolf even. Which bared the question, why didn’t he change and defend himself?
Well if Saebyeok didn’t get busy helping the other, he would never get to ask those questions. Ripping the other’s shirt he used it to tie against the cut against the werewolf’s abdomen. The Witch would be unable to get to the wounds now, not without his supplies and not without everyone else seeing and possibly calling the cops or an ambulance. By then it would be too late to help and it would be more of a distraction than anything else.
He was focusing on transportation magic, being able to transport them both back to his cottage. It took a lot of magic from the Witch, but he could do it. They would both be safe there and he would be more than prepared to take care of the other’s wounds. Saebyeok was sweating as he focused on his cottage in the woods, trying to picture them both in his kitchen. It took a few minutes of agony and energy and they were there. Nearly drained the Witch uses all his strength, which ultimately wasn’t a lot to lift the werewolf onto the kitchen table. Drenched in sweat now the small Witch has no time to rest as he needs to stop the bleeding and fix the other’s bones.
It took Saebyeok three hours to completely heal the wolf’s bones. It took the last of his dragon egg shell powder to get the bones to set and heal. It only took him a half hour to stop the cut to the abdomen, that took most of his faerie moss with the extra sprinkled over the minor cuts to help heal them. Luckily those wouldn’t scar, the one on the abdomen would though. He couldn’t do anything about the looks of bruising, the Witch did make sure that the bruises wouldn’t hurt though.
Now all that was left was to wait for the creature to wake up. Sighing Saebyeok fixes a pillow under the poor creature’s head and places a blanket over him. There was nothing more in the world that Saebyeok wanted than a shower and a nap, but he didn’t want to risk the werewolf waking up and freaking out from post traumatic stress or being scared about where he was. So for now, the Witch makes himself some caffeinated tea to stay awake and sits himself on a chair beside the sleeping werewolf.