BLOOD ON MY NAME | open + injury

[Suiteheart]

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Despite the look he gave her, she was pleased to see him sit down. Dark eyes moved about the young boy, sizing up his injuries as she chewed on a bit of marigold. There was so much blood that caked Bastillepaw that she was having trouble seeing where all the wounds might have been. The only obvious one seemed to be the injury on his side. She cleaned the wound in a few moments before spreading the marigold around the site. Afterwards, she would place a wad of gauze there before wrapping the wad in place, around his midsection. It was somewhat sloppy, but it would do the work.

She remained silent as the others arrived and spoke, questioning the young male. All she could do was search for injuries. She couldn't seem to pinpoint any other locations for all the fucking blood. A grunt escape her lips at that. God, this kid was messy.

She nodded to Hazel's inquiry about whether or not all the blood was his. She hoped not. It made sense that it wasn't, for if this were all his, he would have passed out by now. No one could stand this much blood loss without having at least felt funny.

Suiteheart's attention then fell to Margaery. Suite held her breath, praying Marg could hold herself back. But it wasn't enough. In horror, she watched as the chocolate point jumped to pin the other. The bear instinctively tried to grab the feline in order to prevent it. "Marg. Stop." Her words were firm, weary. They were knowing, however, and sympathetic as well.

"Haze, Luna," she rumbled, "Please watch Margaery. She needs blood, but it's not a good idea for you to give her yours Luna. She... She can't truly control how she feeds." Her gaze hardened in worry. Her wife needed to feed, but not on her Clanmates. Not now, anyway.

She turned her eyes back to Bast, checking him to make sure Margaery had not further injured him in her pounce.