Whoops almost forgot about this rp. I kinda got distracted with reality, heh heh. So sorry again.
I woke up in the hospital. Panic fled through me. I didn’t remember changing out of my battle armor into my usual clothes.
Luckily it had already been done. I had a painful head ache. Surveying the room, I spotted Flame on another bed, resting. He didn’t look so great. His shirt was toren. One sleeve was so shreded it stopped right before the elbow and the other was so stretched out it hung mid-thigh. Flame was covered in cuts and bruises from head to toe. I slid out of bed and walked over to him, he was already awake.
”Hey,” I said softly, as I leaned on the bed with my arms. My dark hair delicately draped down one shoulder, crossing the back of my neck.
“Hi,” Flame responded smiling softly at me.
“How are you feeling?” I asked putting hand to his forehead.
He blew a strand of hair out of his face. “Like a hot fireball,” he said deadpaned.
I took my hand away from his forehead and face palmed trying to suppress giggles.
“No seriously, my leg,” Flame said eyeing his leg.
I looked, surely enough there was a bad cut. I pursed my lips and cursed under my breath. Welp, time to heal him the mortal way, I thought. Next to Flame’s there was a small push cart of medical things. It was the size of a night stand.
I leaned over pulling out bandages and rubbing liquid. “This might sting a bit,” I said. Quickly, faster than humanly possible I bandeged his leg leaving Flame jaw-dropped.
“Are you some secret doctor or something?” He asked in a joking manner.
“No..” I laughed. “I just a pre-medic in training.” Silence. I gave a short cough, blinking. Little crisps fired crips came out. Now it was Flames turn to laugh. I could be so random sometimes (XD).