Dirk stode up shakily, putting a hand on his shoulder, a soft orange glow peeking through his fingers.
He flicked his blade to rid of the the blood then removed his hand, but the bite was still there.
Dave cursed "guess Roxy told the truth, hell hound bites don't heal as quick."
Dirk cursed "come on let's go, the demon who told this mut to sick us will not be happy with what he sees."
John nodded softly then gently pushed me forward.
Dave turned to me then looked back at Dirk, but did a Double take "(y/n).. your arm." John looked down and gasped, and only then did I realize the burning sensation.
I held my arm "are you ok!?" I nodded "yeah, let's just go. I think we're closing in on the bunker." Dave's brows knitted and he nodded "alright."
John took my bag from me and carried it the rest of the way, towards the bunker, occasionally looking through it for a first aid kits.
Dave had watched his brother carfuly, then shook his head. Keeping an eye out for any other hell hounds.
"BINGO!"Dave jumped slightly at John's out burst "I found some rubbing alcohol, bandaids and a ripped rag!" Everyone stopped in the little ally.
Dave looked at me then Dirk "h-hurry up and patch her up. We need to hurry to that damn bunker. 'Ya hear?" John rolled his eyes and sat me down on a box.
Then remained silent before moving back from me "I don't know how to do this" Dirk and Dave groaned.
Dave stepped up, gently moving John away, grabbing the things he needed while doing so.
Dave offered me his hand and said "squeeze if it burns." I took his hand and immediately squeezed it, when he poured the alcohol on my wound.
I gave a loud yelp and held on tighter while he cleaned it "yeah, your gonna need stitches." Dirk dug in his pockets and pulled out a needled and some white thred.
Why does he-?never mind, I might not want to know.
Dave took the thred and needel, and John made a weird sound then looked away.
Dave began to sew me up causing screams and yelps of pain to admit from me.
Halfway through Dave's eyes widened, and he stopped suddenly, I looked down at our hands and saw my bones glowing a silver through my flesh.
My eyes went wide, and slowly it vanished. Dave shook his head and finished sewing me up, mumbling quietly to himself.
Dirk and John looked just as surprised.
Once Dave finished, he stuffed everything in my bag and slung it over his shoulders "alright, let's get going." His wings came out and he wrapped one around me, ushering me forward.
I obeyed and followed in between the three boys, all of them on high alert.
