CHERRYBOY RIOT | private, stocking

[madster]

she was right. it was a mess in here. a girl after his own heart, huh? his house was probably messier, anyways, since he had been here a lot longer and he just dumped everything in there. she took the pills and he hoped to god she wouldn't die. he had taken them before, but he was also an abuser of drugs anyways... wait, she was a stoner, wasn't she? she'd be fine, he realized.

she asked for his name and he grinned. white mage, huh? he didn't get the reference but liked the name anyways. then he realized that to these patients of his... he was somewhat of a hero. he hated that. a week ago he was the local idiot and now just because he was a nurse people expected him to be good. he wanted to be good at his job, but that meant basic empathy and that was hard. he realized he let his thoughts wander and he continued. "oh. yeah, my name is malphas. it's a weird-ass name because i think my parents hated me," he joked while inspecting her.

"great news. still fuckin' broken," he told her. "i'm gonna redo those bandages for you since when i originally wrapped them i'll admit i was kind of super drunk." he gently removed them, making sure not to move her injured leg, and wrapped them around more tightly and more securely. "there we go. a lot better."

he lost the grin. "so can i ask you something? what were... you doing before i found you? your injuries look like you fell from somewhere- were you climbing a tree or some shit?" he asked, trying to put logic to it.