"What the hell happened?” ( hi it me @controlshadows, have an Angel )
it was an accident. they weren’t paying enough attention during work, completely missing the fact they placed a tray of freshly baked pastries right next to a knife someone hadn’t put away. one small movement and the knife was clattering to the floor and there was a fresh cut across their palm welling up with blood. the first aid kit at work was relatively basic which meant they had to stick a single band-aid on the cut and ignore the worries of their coworkers when it continued to bleed through.
so now lukas sat on the floor of the kitchen with the roll of gauze, peeling off the completely soaked band-aid. the bandages on their arms needed to be changed as well, telltale dark red patches seeping through into the white. like called to like, it seemed, and whenever they ended up injuring themselves the wounds were right there to remind them. intice them, perhaps.
their head shot up in a flash when they heard a voice, hazel eyes searching the darkness frantically. tension quickly dissipates when they make out cully’s form standing in the doorway. the hemline of their work shirt is coated in dried blood and the low bun they kept their hair in for work had come apart long ago. their hand was wrapped up in several layers of gauze now, and they sighed as they reached for the medical tape.
“it’s nothing. just had a slip up at work.” it wasn’t nothing. they would need to stitch it up if it had any chance of healing “properly”, but they were completely out of thread tonight. “just go back to sleep, cully. i’ll be fine.”
@controlshadows / injured sentences / accepting.
