Give Me Heaven, & Give Me Hell

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 回 = patching a wound .

The curve of his back — beaten, bruised & battered — writhed like a snake as soon as the drenched cloth pressed against an open wound. Pained grunts clogged his throat as his black nails found asylum digging into the newly healed flesh draped along his thigh.

Mihael winced, noticing the pain started to recede as the disinfectant slowly seeped into his wounds. He nearly managed turning his head, but such a tug at his spine threw him into a whole new sea of agony. Disgruntled, he instead tucked his chin, one hand searching blindly behind him in search of the boogeyman seated so comfortably behind him. He was probably enjoying Mello's discomfort, if time had taught the boy anything.
How Beyond had so soon been able to leap from the shadows & lull Mello into coming out of touch just long enough to get them both home, would remain one of the many mysteries Beyond had encircling his name.