A rather disheveled angel was sitting on the ground as though he’d just landed there. He seemed to be covered in a number of large scratches, as though he’d been attacked by some large animal.
“Oh, yeah.” He stood slowly with a wince, putting a hand on a tree for support. “I think I got too close to something’s nest, I dunno. No big dea–fuck.” He clutched at the bleeding wounds on his side. It was still healing much faster than it would for a human, but for Andras it was much slower than usual. “Shit, don’t tell me that thing had some kind of venom or something… This should be healing faster…”
Stan frowned and tried not to look too concerned. After all, this had just been one of his one night stands. He wasn’t that important. He started to reach into his sleeve. Out came a multitude of colorful scarves tied to one another. It seemed almost endless.
“Got too close to a nest or somethin’? Sheesh, you sound like my brother. What the fuck were ya doin’ wandering around a nest of something that was big enough to do THAT?”
Stan untied one of the colorful scarves from another scarf. He picked up the chain of scarves and walked over to Andras. He started working on making a makeshift bandage for him. His brow furrowed.
“Looks like it’s healing pretty fast to me. Look, I don’t know nothin’ about nothin’ when it comes to those crazy things that live in the woods.”