He had felt a light brush through his wings, but made no nitice of it. He just assumed his wings were fairly close. 
Even though Kuro said he felt better, Aoba wasn't so sure about the injuries. They were pretty bad, and his experience wasn't as great as the other medics. This sort of thing, even the ones without healing powers would probably be able to manage the job easily. His cheeks puffed a little in doubt, but he merely sighed and took Kuro's word for it. He gently took the towel and nodded. "Whatever helps." Noticing the stain of blood on his hands made him look at his clothes. He looked a bit startled by the mess, as if he didn't know it wad there. "I'm filthy..." He gave a soft sigh, before looking up when Kuro lifts and holds his head. Aoba remembered the feeling from before, and braced for the kiss on his head. 

But, instead, it was placed lower on his cheek. Unexpected, but still grateful, Aoba couldn't hide the light blush as he smiled. "Thank you." He appreciated the attention and the gratitude he recieved from Kuro. It felt nice to know that someone thought his efforts were worth something. And with that, he stood and gave a small wave. "Alright Kuro. I will you see after your session. Just as usual." The little angel hurried out and went to clean off tremendously. His clean little glow was dimmed by the blood and dirt he was in while helping Seishu. 

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The night was a hassle for the small angel. He tossed and turned, occasional visions of Kuro's beatings flashing as he tried to sleep. More than once did he wake up in fear, only to sigh and lay right back down. He managed to get some sleep, albeit a little bit, but it was enough to keep him going for the day. At least he hoped. Grabbing his things as his time to treat Kuro came, this time Fenrir actually walked up to him. His arms were crossed as he looked down at the kid. "I've been told that your little treatments won't be enough to heal him today. You know how to heal when they are missing skin right?"

The thought of it made Aoba flinch. [I]'Poor Kuro. He must be in a lot of pain. I have to hurry![/I] "Um. That requires. . ." He went through his medical knowledge as he thought of the answer. "Burning and then wrapping up the injury...right?" Fenrir nodded and Aoba gave a mental sigh. And just like that, Fenrir turned to walk away. "W-Wait! That'll hurt him!" The suspicious look he was given made Aoba grow cold. It took everything he had not to cower in fear. "What- What I mean is... If he's in p-pain. . . He could hurt m-me." 

"... I guess you're right. Get the sedatives so he can stay under control." Once again, he started to leave. Over his shoulder, he called out. "Be careful kid. You don't have to risk your life you know." 

But with his new supplies, Aoba hurried off to help Kuro. He had to hurry before Kuro bled too much. It didn't take him long to make it to the prison, following the path to Kuro's cell. Red and Green were there to meet him, and he had almost forgotten how much those two scared him. "Right on time." Green said mockingly, still leaning on the wall. Red only nodded and opened the cell door. The little angel had to refrain from running to Kuro when he saw him on the ground. That, and he had prepared this time, holding a heavy basin of water, so he couldn't run. 

Getting closer, he sighed when he noticed the gentle rise and fall. "Don't scare me like that." Aoba whispered, letting his wings droop some as he placed the basin down. He had borrowed a slightly larger kit in order to hold all his things in. "I was told it was worse this time. . . And they were right." He frowned a little, looking at his back. There were a few places that were worse than open wounds. And they were on his arms and legs as well. "I'm going to clean all this blood off you first alright?" 

Despite his questioning, he didn't wait for his answer. Immediately he pulled the wet towel from the water and gently began to clean him off.