Prompted Stories

Trouble Magnet

Prompt: Patching up a wound
Pairing: Klaus Holvester 'Silver' Baudelaire, son of Hermes × Romanos Grammatikopoulos, son of Demeter

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A knock on the door was heard around two in the morning within the Demeter cabin. It wasn't too loud that the other residents would be awaken by it. Just loud enough for whoever was close to the door could hear and open the door for the very unsuspecting stranger who had to come up before the sun did.

Romanos had heard it only to think he was hearing the wind. The knocking started once more but this time a little much weaker than before. The man had sleepily gotten out of his bed to check who or what what causing the noise that kept him up for some reasons. By the time he made his way to the door and opened to see who it was, Silver, the son of Hermes was leaning against the door frame looking like he had crawled out of Tartaus.

His face was bruised. Blood seem to mat his hair, a cut all over his eyelids, lips and even cheek together with a bleeding— and possibly broken —arm that he cradles gently with the other. There was a huge gash from the shoulder to the elbow as his clothes were dirty little, bloody and rugged. There were leaves, twigs and dirty on him from head to foot.

An eye was kept closed as it was bruised, enough to make it look like a black eye. Romanos was about to comment only to sind that the son of Hermes lifted his chin and noticed who greeted him by the door only to thump his head against the door frame. ❝ Ah, wrong cabin. Sorry Rom. Didn't mean... ❞ He grunted and sighed. ❝ Didn't mean to disturb your sleep. Good night— ❞ He slightly lift the uninjured arm to a wave as he was turning his back on him only to be stopped as the son of Demeter caught the hem if his shirt.

❝ You look like hell. And clearly not the good kind. What happened? ❞ Romanos started to question as he pulled and usgered the injured camper into their cabin. Silver on the other hand tried to find ways to get out as he clearly didn't want to make a bloody mess around their cabin. He only then gave up as soon as he saw it was futile to refuse help from the other. With a sigh, Silver made his way over to a chair as he slightly limps and grunted in pain as soon as his ass sat down. ❝ Oh you know, party too hard and whatnot. ❞ He tried to sound smug with a grin but because of the fresh cut on his lips he was cause to hiss in pain.

❝ I'm being serious here, Baudelaire. ❞ Romanos' strict tone warned Silver as he took the first aid kit. The infirmary was a couple cabins and away and he knew Baudelaire wouldn't be able to reach there in time, conscious.

Head lulled back, the bicolor haired demigod sighed deeply. ❝ But it's true. I did party hard. Just with a monster. And a now dead-slash-possible-demigod that I wasn't able to save. ❞ His eyes were closed as he spoke.

The son of Demeter was caught in surprise that the son of Hermes could stay this...passive about someone's death. And not just someone, it's a someone who could have a family and a possible demigod he was bringing into camp. A worried look painted his face as he slowly rushed to the other. ❝ Are you alright?? ❞ ❝ Ohh yeah. Nothing big. No worries— ❞ Silver replied with dismissive waves of his hand that only got the shorter male to be pissed off.

❝ Silver. I need to check if you got injuries. ❞ Romanos spoke with a strict tone that he didn't hear nor noticed. ❝ Am just— ❞ ❝ SILVER. ❞ The man's voice turned deep that caught his attention as the bicolored haired male slowly opened his eyes to see a glaring son of Demeter in front of him. He felt a chill running down his spine and didn't reject the idea as he slowly got up to get examined.

After a moment later with his shirt thrown on the hamper Romanos had the kit ready. ❝ A couple ribs broken. Wrist seemingly crooked and a major bleeding on your side, a few bruises and scratches... And you said you were fine.  ❞ Silver winced as he heard the kit roughly placed into the desk. A pointed look from the other as he gave a small smile. ❝ Infirmary is closed tonight... I could go tomorrow? ❞ ❝ And dirty your sheets? You? Mr. Clean Freak? ❞ Romanos sarcastically responded with an eyeroll as he started to get cleaning tools to wipe the other male clean from dirt and half-dried blood.

The son of Hermes occasionally hissed and groaned in pain as Romanos would occasionally intentionally dab the cotton into the open wound. As he was finished, he took a roll of bandage and started to wrap it around the other's torso as he'd sigh. ❝ You're old enough to take care of yourself Silver... Can't you be responsible for once? ❞ He asked as the bicolor haired demigod looked down on him with a stoic expression that turned mischievous. ❝ Well, can't help it. Trouble seem to attracted to me. ❞ Romanos laughed once and shook his head. ❝ Right... Of course. A trouble magnet. ❞

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