MORGAN
It was odd to see such a boyish grin on a grown man, but even more so when that man was the General, who had up until this point been an emblem of stoic maturity. The whisper too - it all confirmed that something was deeply wrong, and Morgan couldn't help the obvious concern in her wide eyed stare. "...Well, we should stay in one place to help her." She said quietly, as if talking to a naughty child.
At least she managed to get him sat on the bench. Shuffling through her things, she brought out a small medical kit and from within it produced a cotton pad and some alcohol. Dousing the pad, she lifted it to Deimos' head, gently reaching to turn his chin so she could look. "...This will sting. Can I clean the wound?"
At least she managed to get him sat on the bench. Shuffling through her things, she brought out a small medical kit and from within it produced a cotton pad and some alcohol. Dousing the pad, she lifted it to Deimos' head, gently reaching to turn his chin so she could look. "...This will sting. Can I clean the wound?"
Oh, my love, don't forsake me
Take what the water gave me
Take what the water gave me
