ft. natalia hunt // @diligitvss
it’s just a scratch! he had said, even seeing how bad it looked: he had managed to stanch the blood, but his arm kept getting warmer, more red—it was easy to assume he could get an infection from that scratch. sebastien is not exactly regular at st mungo’s, though it’s hard to ignore his presence whenever he’s there—the tall young man who kept acting childish and frowning at any kind of procedure he had to go with after being slightly attacked by an animal (always an accident, according to him). besides, having acquaintances in the hospital had made his appearances and complaints quite funny over the past year.
“it’s just a little cut,” he mutters, taking off the small cloth he had wrapped around his arm to cover the wound so she could see. just another look at it and he knows it is getting worse, but there is only a nervous smile on his lips when he is sitting down, looking up at the blonde. optimistic is the word: he would never think it is something too bad. “ok... it doesn’t look nice, i’ll give you that...” sebastien then starts, the random rambling that keeps him from overthinking on his own, “but at least it really was an accident! this is not a bite or a supposed-to-harm scratch, you see...”