avof | mj june | ch 23
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Danny kneels in front of the couch where Helio sits slumped, rubbing and rotating his swollen wrists. He jolts with surprise as Danny’s hand presses against his bare chest, pushing him to lean further against the sofa. “Sit up straight.” Helio obliges, but as he tries to sit up against the back of the sofa, he grunts and a hand instinctively reaches for his wound. Danny catches the hand before it covers the injury, gently pulling it away. He can see the wound clearer, no longer half covered by Helio’s hunched torso. It’s deep, at least one rib is cracked (if not broken) from where the bullet penetrated, which would explain the shaky breathing. The only reason he’s conscious is because he’s a werewolf and his body is trying to heal itself—but it can’t because the silver bullet remains deep inside. The skin on the outside has healed over it, but the inside is still raw, and if the rib did heal itself, it must not have healed in the proper place. Danny has had decent medical training throughout his many, many identities, but shouldn’t remove a bullet without any tools. The daggers hidden on his person aren’t ideal. But what would be ideal, and humane, would be general anesthesia. “What’s wrong?” Lara asks, moving into Danny’s peripheral vision. “Yeah, Doc?” Helio’s joking doesn’t disguise the worry in his eyes. Mortals need answers for things before they allow you to poke and prod, even when there are none to give. “I want to see if you have silver poisoning.” Helio’s brows furrow. “How do you do that?” Danny meets his eyes grimly. “Oh… you have to drink my blood.” “Or open your wound back up,” Danny offers. Helio fidgets. “No, no. Drinking is fine.” Danny pulls down his mask so Helio can see his smirk. The last time they saw each other, Helio broke up with him in front of Brad. The last thing Helio said to him was it’s over. Despite that, though, his sickly pale cheeks flush. “Don’t get excited,” Danny teases. Helio tries to glare, but it’s weak. “Shut up.” Danny notices the phoenix’s heart rate behind him jump. Taking Helio’s hand from his lap, Danny lays a brief kiss on his thumb before a fang clicks. It breaks the skin, thin as a paper cut, enough for a few drops of blood to absorb onto his tongue. A little bitterness, but mostly sweet, but with a strong metallic aftertaste that shouldn’t be there. His eyes darken as he pulls away, but doesn’t let go of Helio’s hand.
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