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“I’m fine Rose. Trust me.”
Not how he wanted to spend his day, bleeding over the garden of the Battle Pike. He had only came over to thank Rosalie over her help with getting his mother a present for her birthday and tell her how it went. He didn’t mean to frighten her of course; his silent tread, uncharacteristic of someone his size was from years of needing the skill, least his father would hear him during the night, and surely unleash his wrath for his son’s existence.
He was rather unbothered by the gash; how many times had he seen his own blood? How many other injuries had he received over the years? One more was nothing. He was too used to pain to care much anymore.
Draze let her wrap the handkerchief around, figuring she wouldn’t be satisfied until she did something to take control of the situation. Not that it did much to stop the flow of scarlet blood, but it was a nice gesture.
The dragon master stood up, a bit wobbily but was able to get onto his feet. His hand slipped into his pocket, pulling out a worn Pokeball and opened it. Out came Mizuchi, his Dragonite. She stretched her wings, before turning to her trainer, and letting out a concerned wail. Draze gently placed a hand on her arm. “Don’t worry, I’m fine Mizu, just get the first aid kit.”
The dragon sighed, digging into her pouch and lifted it out. She always had it on her; Draze had proven himself to be prone to injures like this (as much as she didn’t like it), so she kept it on her, for things like this.
The redhead opened it up, pulling out what he needed; the rubbing alcohol, cotton balls to clean up, gauze and of course, bandages. He quickly got to work, silent as he dabbed the alcohol with the cotton, and worked away, cleaning up the wound. His focus was on his injury, and nothing else.
