sedated // “100th” post

[wormwood.]

Wormwood tended up when Perseus approached at first, his hackles raising as he prepared to defend himself, but Perseus's words, while a bit gruff, were pretty much exactly what he had said: now wasn't the time for arguing. It was the time for Selby to be getting the help that he needed. He nodded, and when the other canine started to list off things he needed, the hellhound turned and bounded off to where he knew they had some supplies stashed away. Thankfully he had been training himself on what certain herbs looked and smelled like, so he actually knew what dock was, and soon enough he had the herb and honey and bandages gathered up in a small bag, since he could only carry one thing in his jaws at once. Once he had the supplies that Perseus had noted off, Worm left the supply building and carefully closed the door after himself, hopping down and jogging at a brisk pace back to where the little group was. Putting the bag down on the ground beside Perseus, the male barked in a slightly nervous voice, hoping desperately he had gotten the right herb – it looked exactly as dock had been described to him, but he still felt weary that he'd grabbed the wrong thing, "There should be the honey, dock, and bandages. If you need any help holding anything in place while you're patching Selby up, just tell me if I can." He made sure that Perseus knew where the bag was, since even though he knew the older male was perfectly capable, he didn't want to cause him any more hassle than was needed.

He moved to Selby and gently pressed his nose against the medical's ear in a soft motion of caring and reassurance, before he stepped back and sat back down, watching before glancing over at the torn apart rose bush. It would be a pain in the ass to clean, considering that the dirt was everywhere, as were splintered branches and blood and everything else, but he was sure it could be cleaned up with a bit of effort. He wasn't sure if Selby would ever use this garden and the boxes inside of it ever again, but even if he didn't, he didn't deserve a permanent reminder of the mess he had made in his panicked fit of tears and anger. So he moved over to the box and began to push the dirt and branches together with his paws so that it could eventually be moved into a sweeping tray and disposed of easily. His dark and shaggy paws were getting a bit dirty from the impromptu sweeping, but he shrugged it off, figuring that he could deal with washing them off later. Right now he just wanted to clean up, and keep an eye on Selby.

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