“it’s just a cut, really.”
Oh, but those words couldn’t lighten the worry he felt when pressing a small piece of clothing on the cut, tainting it in blood — his angel’s blood, blood that should never be seen coloring his pale skin like in that moment, that should only get in contact with his own veins and nothing else, blood that should be kept safe and sound within his beloved’s body. And our priest, that was also a doctor, was doing his best to keep his angel’s blood in its place.
Those were the only times he’d put science before religion, for he was God’s hands on Earth. The Creator would act and heal through his palms.
The priest Hyeonju, or better, dr. Dae used all his strength when holding the clothing into the younger’s hand, the cut not being so superficial as the child of VENOM thought. It didn’t take long for the doctor to lead his now patient to the nearest sink, turning in the warm water before letting it flow onto the wound. Slowly, the red liquid was mixed with the essence of life, washing his hand clean and exposing the wide cut across his angel’s palm.
His own heart ached by seeing the wound, and breathing deeply he told the younger to hold the clothing on his hand again, as he himself looked for everything he’d need to care the injury. In less than one minute, he was back with the antibiotic ointment and sterile bandage ( there were plenty of those in his house ), and while applying the ointment and the bandage, he finaly spoke with the most serious expression on his features. ❝ It’s not just a cut, you don’t know how many things you could have from this cut. ❞ There was light bitter tone on his voice even if he didn’t mean it, he was just worried and nervous.
❝ A bacteria could get inside your systems through this cut and do many things to your body, and I can’t even list all of them. Also, a virus could also invade your systems through this cut and give you all types of reactions, not to mention inflammations! ❞ Hyeonju would say with the same tone of voice, wrapping the younger’s hand in bandage before taking an ice bag from the freezer. The elder would press the bag on Shixun’s hand and hold his hand for as long as he could, just to make sure he’d be alright. ❝ I don’t want you to be hurt, Shixun. You are the most precious thing in my life, I cannot let anything bad happen to you. ❞
And a deep breath was taken, his eyes were closed and he lean closer to his beloved Shixun, he’d press his lips against the younger’s forehead and hum quietly, closing his eyes once again before leaving a few kisses on his angel’s face. ❝ I love you and you know that I’ll protect you from everything I can, and all I can do to protect you is take care of your wounds. No matter how insignificant you think they are, they’ll always be the worse to me. You are my precious angel, a gift from the Heavens only to me. I have to take good care of you. ❞
