Jul 23 05:12:16 105 PA

From Chronicles

The current game time is: Thu Jul 23 05:12:16 105 PA.

Desmond breathes out a low, deep sigh as he comes into his apartment. An ear cocked, he glances around. Aimee isn't home. Good. He shrugs off his jacket, hanging it up in the closet. Going about settling in steadily, Belt removed, weapons stored away before he slips off his shirt, careful about peeling it away from where the blood has dried, adhering fabric to flesh and fur. Not a great deal, but enough to stain notably. Slowly he uses the wadded up shirt itself to clean the wound with slow, careful sweeps of a wadded section of the shirt, moistened with water. The cut not too deep, barely scoring the dense muscle the big male sports.

Likely having heard the sound of Desmond comming home from the hallway, the walls being better than say.. cheapos but it's still not exactly expensive, Kesslan knocks on the door to Desmond's appartment, still not comfortable enough to simply let himself in it seems, not at least when Desmond may perhaps wish to be left alone.

Desmond perks his hears, glancing towards the bathroom door as he hears the knock. He emerges and goes toward the door at once, knowing it could not be Aimee, for she would not knock. He looks through the peephole briefly before unlocking and opening the door. "Kesslan, come in." Easy, warm welcome. He still holds the wadded shirt, the shallow slashes in his side visible, as is the blood at the waist of his jeans and the bits the cling to the moistened shirt in his hand. Closing the door once Kesslan has entered, locking it once more.

Kesslan eyes the wounds uppon Desmond with only a slight degree of alarm, ears and brows alike poping up, his concern evident, but he does not yet voice it. Nor does he say anything so blatantly obvious such as declaring 'your hurt' like many humans would. Instead he simply says "Have you medical kit? If not such have, have I in my place. Could go get it if so wished you." while at hte same time wishing he knew enough about dressing wounds to actually properly tend to them.

Desmond shakes his head in response. "I know not the use of such things.. mending the flesh was never taught to me," he rumbles. "If such skill you have, I would appreciate this being properly tended. It is minor, but a chance is better not taken." His head dipping as he considers the shallow tears in his flesh. "Even more I think this skill would be favorable to learn in time."

Kesslan grunts "No, not certain am I to do this well. Come then, let me at least clean your wounds, this at least a thing could I do. Easier it is for others who can better see to do such things." he then says. "Would too suggest I that perhaps stop to doctor speak would good do, proper tending of wound then could they offer." the pantheran offers up. "Would then at least less concern Aimee than if were she to see you as this."

Desmond nods his head once, turning as he rumbles, "Allow me to dispose of this." Taking the shirt to be tossed away. he neglects to get another before returning. "I had hoped Aimee would not see. I do not wish to worry her.. though I believe that I may have brought trouble to a friend. I feel I must see that it does not bring her harm," he confides.

Kesslan grunts softly, firmly grasping Desmond by the arm to pull him towards the bathroom once he returns, leaving him then to sit or stand as he wills while the pantheran promply roots around for some rubbing alcohol or some similar disinfectant. Eventually finding what he seeks he then goes to fetch a fresh wash cloth, wetting it first and, carefully but still perhaps a little too roughly doing his best to wash the dried blood away from the first of the wounds, before then liberally trying to wash it out with the disinfectant. It's not exactly pretty, and likely stings a fair bit but he does the best he can with his otheriwse utter lack of knowledge. "Aimee would notice such a thing still think I. Pain would you still feel, perhaps bleed little more still for while as know I not how to proper close these wound. Perhaps less in this thing could I make show."

Desmond is led with ease, standing aside as Kesslan seeks out what is required. Patient he is and once Kesslan starts on him, he stands still and stoically silent as he is tended to. Rough or not, he takes the discomfort in the cleaning silently, though the muscle and flesh itself twitches in response to the unpleasant stimulus. The sting of the disinfectant gets a brief twinge in the big male's expression and tension in the muscle around the wound, but he still gives no sound. "I will not hide it from her," Desmond decides, after some thought during the cleaning. "In truth the wounds I suffered are minor.. the cut is the worse. I was struck twice, but my body was made durable."

"Durable or not, infection it owuld not do to have. Wound never plesant is, open wound less such." Kesslan states, frowning then as he continues to clean the wounds, wondering to himself just how exactly he was going to bandage it properly. "Harder is when fur there is, may need shave patch for time to proper put bandage..." a flick of his ear sthen "Or stich could but know I not how to do these thing, this would better perhaps be. Not need fur cut."

"I will seek out one skilled with such things in the morning," Desmond promises steadily. "I have heard another speak of infections. I will see that I am properly tended, but in the now I have no desire to go out for now." He lifts a hand, placing it firmly on Kesslan's shoulder. "Thank you for your assistance in this. It would have been awkward to tend to it.. and I knew not of the use of the alcohol to make it clean."

Kesslan grunts "Not certain how well work it either I." Kesslan admits, looking once more up at Desmond before turnign to wash the blodd out from the cloth. "It is only thing hear I of. Know I that one should clean out wound with thing that is.. not worse make. SUch a thing as this think I not will. Help too perhaps bleed stop." he grunts "Time is perhaps for I to learn of these thing as well."

Desmond nods his head once, passing his fingertips across the wound lightly. "It did seem to stop bleeding before.. There is only a slight bit now," he observes. "I think it will be fine, with just a cloth held over it for a time." Indeed, on that note he exits the bathroom and heads down to the master bedroom, determined to use another of his shirts for that purpose. Cheap they are and his, rather than Aimee's linens.

"Use not such things Desmond." Kesslan says then, not wishing for the wound to risk being soiled again by something. "Bandages proper have I in my place." he states as he follows briefly before instead making his way to the door. He'll be gone but a few moments before he returns with a small pouch with a red cross uppon it, picking through the kit then before deciding on simply offering up a roll of light gauze. "Better this is supposed be for such thing." He states, pulilng out a tube of healing salve that's in the kit as well. "This too have I. Help with healing say they this thing does, much like thing Aimee use."

Desmond pauses when Kesslan directs him not to use what he'd do naturally. The words given taken with easy acceptance from the big male, who knows little of such things. As Kesslan goes to get a proper bandage, he turns and heads back into the living room instead, settling into the couch to await his return. He reaches up to take the gauze when Kesslan offers it on return, eyeballing the cloth. This he knows from before. And the salve. He nods his head once, rising up to his feet again. "Easier might it be for you to sit to apply this, I think. Then you can help me bind myself."

Kesslan nods to that, moving to the couch then with the first aid kit and salve. "Handy these thing are to have, came with larger kit buy I for such thing. Allways when go out on fight in plan I, carry this. Wounded not left many of in such an age as this, but happen often enough thought i best to have such a thing than not evne if nto certain how proper use."

Desmond steps up to Kesslan, his wounded side turned towards the smaller feline. "Your words are true. I remember the death of Kaomis. A kit such as this would have done nothing for the man." His expression firms slightly as he muses that which he has seen. A sobering, rather than any level of real upset. "Fortunately, the one who did this had no such powerful weapons and normal blades do not do a great deal of damage to me."

Kesslan grunts in agreement before adding in "Truth. Better kit perhaps such a thing could prevented have, but even more skill one would need to use such a thing. Odd then I think that of all the thing of war know I, tending proper a wound do I not." he falls silent a moment then as he tries to figgure out the best way to hold the gauze to the wound, looking fustrated in the process as better ideas seem to elude him. "Perhaps better is simply to hold in place untill bleed stop." he suggests at last.

"I was shown a means of this by another," Des notes, lowering his hands to take the gauze and start unrolling it slowly. "I will hold it here.." He places a finger over he tip of the gauze, just above his wound. "Wrap it to wrap over this part I hold, then over the wound." He'll even use touches to help guide Kesslan in this wrapping about his waist. "There is not much blood, we should not need more than to cover it."

Kesslan moves slowly, unsure of what to do but he's willing to follow Desmond's instructions since he seems to know what to do. Once he's done as instructed, the smaller feline then sets about cleaning up and repacking the kit. Tossing the discarded bandage packaging into the garbage. "This fit well now yes?" he says indicating the bandage once it's all done.

Desmond carefully tuck/ties the trailing end after his middle is wrapped, the binding a bit tight, but he responds to Kesslan's question with a nod. "This will do until tomorrow." He lays a hand on Kesslan's shoulder then and sits on the couch beside him. "Cali has a garage now. Street thugs came into demand something from her.. I know not what. But there was a fight. Katsumi was there as well. Cali was injured, but not seriously. I think I have only encouraged them to bring battle once more to her place. I must find a means to fix this," he confides then, his expression firmed.

((RL Ends the Scene)) Tags:desmond, kesslan