Everest
"Do you have any open wounds?" The sight of the blood that isn't Mateo's has Ever wishing he'd brought a pair of gloves. Taking extra care then, just in case, he releases Mateo's cheeks and nods. "Hospital? No of course not. You're absolutely fine. You just need an extra-long bubble bath and some take out." The only time Everest might be said to pass as charming or reassuring, is in the presence of injury or trauma. Mateo was not absolutely fine of course, but unless he had internal bleeding (which a bath would reveal), there was nothing here that Ever couldn't triage at home.
Taking the bottle of water with his good arm and setting it down, Ever positions himself next to Mateo to help his friend stand. "Should we go home? Or would you like to continue method-acting as a vagabond a little longer?"
Taking the bottle of water with his good arm and setting it down, Ever positions himself next to Mateo to help his friend stand. "Should we go home? Or would you like to continue method-acting as a vagabond a little longer?"
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
