PHOEBE
Perhaps it would surprise her friend, but Phoebe did not argue or press further when Rexanna insisted it wasn’t Bastien who did this. She trusted her enough to be honest, and if it wasn’t Bastien…well…he was lucky it wasn’t. Phoebe continued to dress the wound, soaking a pad of gauze with something similar to an iodine solution before bandaging it up. That was when Rexanna said the name of who did do this to her. Someone named Lucas…the name didn’t strike a chord with her but perhaps Bastien would know.And as if on cue, Bastien arrived with the water as requested. Immediately she began filling cups, the restorative teas she had prepped beginning to seep into them. It wouldn’t taste good, but it would help her. ”When the water starts to boil, wet rags and place them against her skin. There are plenty in the cupboard next to the stove.” she told Bastien. Normally she would put her in a tub of water but she had lost so much blood she didn’t want to risk further shock by putting her in a lukewarm bath. Gently, Phoebe lifted Rex’s torso, putting a cup of steeped tea to her lips. ”Drink.” she said, tilting the cup to help her do so.
”She said someone by the name of Lucas did this.” she told Bastien quietly. ”Do you know him?”
I look up to the little bird
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
