[b][i][u]Crash[/b][/i][/u]

Once he had got Zivon down the stairs, Crash felt better though by now he was practically carrying the poor guy as he seemed to be fading in and out of consciousness. Crash’s fingers had returned to normal, though his forehead still glistened with sweat. He moved along the hallway to the infirmary hauling Zivon along with him, he felt Kathy look at him on occasion but he was careful not to look at her at the same time. Once they reached the infirmary Kathy pushed the door open he made his way through the door instantly finding a bed he shuffled round allowing Zivon to sit on it watching as Kathy gripped his other arm and pulled him onto the bed. Crash then stepped aside to allow Oona to get to Zivon, he lifted his hand to his chin wiping at the drying blood from his lip, by now it had trickled down under his throat. [i]Damn bleeder effect...[/i] He’d been swallowing small amounts of blood since his lip had been pierced. He looked up as Kathy spoke noticing her eyes were directed at his and Oona’s feet he, looked down at Zivon’s shirt, moving over to a cupboard he opened it riffling through it he reappeared with a swab of cotton wool and a bottle of solution with wound wash on it, he held it out to Kathy sternly. “Stop making it worse and clean it...please” He asked her, knowing she could at least clean the wound on her hand and apply pressure whilst staying by Zivon’s side. 

Only once she had taken what he had offered did he move over to a basin turning the tap on he leant down and splashed water on his face, cleaning away the visible blood, getting a tissue he dipped it into the nape of his shirt, grumbling when he realized the blood had soaked into his shirt as well. Once he was clean he stood back, rearranging his shirt when he returned to the others his eyes had brightened up and he seemed less...moody. “I’m all fixed nothing a doctor can do for me am afraid, thanks though” He smiled, a normal Crash smile the one that touched his eyes without permission, though there was a hint of sadness in them. [i]Almost lost my...cool...[/i] His was also a feeling of guilt, if he hadn’t exhausted himself carrying Zivon he probably could have shifted into something to heal his face. “...well that was...different” He stated, lifting his hand and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as they waited for the doctor to arrive, his kept wandering to rest on Kathy’s hand though he was trying really hard to stop them. “You know...I could erm sort that for you, if you like. Then the Doc can sort Zivon and Oona out...” Crash finally decided to say. [i]Brilliant way to break the ice...no-one else trusts you with that sort of thing[/i]
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