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Elres jumped lightly at the harsher tone and looked, well at least tried to, at the other. For him it didnât matter if he moved or if the other moved him. It still hurt the same no matter how gantle the other was. He let out a few small whimperes and let out a heavy breath as he was sat down.
He leant the back of his head against the wall behind him and lied it down on his own shoulder as he looked blankly forward. He still breathed heavily and somewhat was fighting to donâ t pass out. He didnât move at all, either too tired or too hurt or even to scared to do so.
When the water bottle was handed to him he took it with his shaky hands, slowly lifting his head up and drinking a little bit of the water, sighing in relief as it began helping him from inside. He looked down at himself and began putting a little bit of water at each of his wounds as they slowly began healing.
When he ended he gave the water bottle away. It didnât heal much but it healed enough for him to donât need help from any doctor. Rest should help now. âTh-Thank youâŚâ he pamted out as he lied his head back down on his shoulder.
Watching the boy in front of him, Koga were already feeling weirdly anxious. He barely knew this guy, why were he being so worried about some stranger? It barely made sense to himself, but no matter what, he were definitely in too deep already.Â
Adjusting his knelt position to lean his arms on his own knee, the stuck to observing the other for a moment. However the more he watched Elres, the more he were starting to think his injuries might have had him loose his mind. Drinking the water, sure thing. Everything seemed absolutely normal there. Water went in the mouth to be expected. However as the boy instead started pouring the water over his wounds Koga were gradually getting more confused. Yes he were aware that burns were usually treated with water. But not the kind that looked this severe, and when the actual burn had happened some considerable time ago. It seemed, to Koga, illogical to pour water over them.Â
Upon hearing the weak voice of Elres, he reached a hand up to scratch at the grey hair at the back of his neck. Slightly sheepishly. âYeah youâre welcome.. Are you feeling better?â His words sounded genuinely concerned, despite how rough he had been speaking to him even just moments before.Â










