Not Fallen... Yet

Chapter 7 - Progress

The following day Aryan was completely unsurprised to find himself standing in his own home during break hours once more, having bitterly resigned himself to missing at least a few weeks worth of fights and basically relinquishing any free time he'd ever had to taking care of Kiran. It was like having a dog you never asked for but your mom just brought home one day thinking you had wanted it and now said canine always growled at you and chewed up your shoes while you were still expected to feed it everyday and clean up its shit.

Well, okay, maybe it wasn't quite that horrible. At least Kiran didn't chew up the demon's pricey leather boots (Punk was meant to look cheap, not actually be cheap) or shit everywhere like an obnoxious puppy but Aryan honestly wouldn't be all that surprised if the angel actually did growl at him one of these days.

However, after retrieving another bag of crackers and a bottle of water, something occurred to Aryan that, admittedly, he probably should have thought of way before now. Kiran's wing was broken and, news flash, broken bones usually tended not to just magically reposition themselves into perfect order and heal as if nothing had ever happened. They needed to be reset, even rebroken if one waited too long, as this may very well be in this particular case considering angels were well known for their rapid healing ability and Aryan had never seen one live long enough to see how long "quickly" actually constituted. Shit.

Aryan paused a moment, wracking his brain to try and remember where he kept medical supplies or, much more importantly, if he even owned any in the first place. The demon had a bad habit of simply taking a shower after a fight and letting whatever injuries he'd sustained simply heal on their own, only bothering to worry about frivolities such as bandages if the wound was still seeping blood when he pulled himself out of the water. This being said, it would be a miracle if Aryan even owned so much as a box of bandaids - And demons were not usually granted miracles.

Angels on the other hand had a knack for scoring benevolent waivers of fate and the universe must've been keen enough to catch on that Aryan was not the one in need of a bundle of gauze at the moment. (Shouldn't have been too awfully hard to figure out considering the demon bore naught but a tiny scratch on his person and Kiran was down in the tunnels somewhere with an entire wing twisted the completely wrong direction - But gold star for you anyway universe!)

After only randomly opening about three or so empty cabinets to find naught but dust, the occasional rat, and the tragically tarnished homes of whatever unfortunate spider families had foolishly built their webs from the back corners of the shadowy recesses of the drawers to the doors of them, Aryan managed to stumble upon some actual, real, honest to Satan medical supplies.

It wasn't much, the demon's scouring gaze falling on no more than a few yards of lone gauze laying haphazardly in a messy pile on the bare cabinet floor, the stuff obviously well past its time as it was practically gray with age and all but disintegrating in some places, but, hey, it was something. There was even a small roll of cloth bandages lying beside the stuff, looking in no better condition with holes worn through the elderly material and an evicted spider scurrying frantically from inside the cardboard tube the shit was wrapped about even as Aryan grasped a hand around the item. There wasn't much of this second material but it might be enough for at least the scrapes on Kiran's arm, so the demon pocketed it as well before reaching in and grasping the disordinate strands of cloth left behind and hauling the mess out of its long forgotten home.

A rat that had apparently been nesting in the shit let out a fearful shriek as light was suddenly cast upon it and its home excavated with no warning whatsoever, the small furry thing merely a smudgy, black blur of motion as it darted out of the cupboard and away with the type of speed only fear can bring about before Aryan even had a chance to register its presence, lest he might've replaced the gauze and only pulled the parts he would need from the top.