@nursemilligan continued from here
Kate turned Kemuel’s arm slowly and carefully in her hands, inspecting the wound. “It’s long and there and there depth-wise that it could use stitches. But it definitely needs to be cleaned,” She informed him, straightened and went to get her supplies. “Stay there. Did you get hurt anywhere else?”
Kemuel let her take care of it, after all. He wanted to hide himself in the cabin or seek out other siblings to help, but Castiel was busy with the Winchester. Michael caused the wound while Kemuel tried for self-defense and de-escalating whatever got to his brother. Never was he so prepared to kill him. But they both lived, with Kemuel getting the worst of it.
Archangel blades are never kind.
While he had a long gash on his forearm, he had a puncture in his palm. Clear hole, tendons intact, and oddly precise with that archangel blade. Then a wound on his side and another on his wing. The wing, however, was something he’d have to try. Kemuel swallowed a breath and eyes dropped to his lap. Stitches were fine; a far better pain than the wound.
“Ah--my side. My hand, too. I have another, but I can try to get it on my own.” I do not want to scare you witth my wings. I am scared, too, what you would do to them.
