#canineablaze

I—Was Merry. 

   He frowns slightly, but that hurts, too. A quiet sigh.

She— Uh

Slammed m’face into the ground… Then got m’self slammed into a tree..

   Shakes his head.

Hurts a li’l, but it’s nothin’. ‘S gotten better..

I think..

  He reaches to his face to scratch at his beard, but he finds himself a little surprised to find the left of his face just a bit swollen—with the first black eye, busted lip, and nose broken toward that side, it was no wonder. He makes a frown again, but this time it sticks despite the pain, if only for a few seconds. He’s irritated that he hadn’t realized how awful he must really look, how he might worry her, why didn’t he think of it earlier? He scoops his hand gently back, over his face, into his hair, as if to make himself look better. It hadn’t even been brushed back, it hurt to much to pull it away with the small gash on his forehead.

   His hair limply falls back forward. He sighs again, more audibly, and thinks it probably looks better anyway, covering up his battered mug.

"How long ago did this happen?" Asking due to dried blood and the swelling. She lead him over to the couch and made him sit down, even if he didn't want to, she made him. She couldn't reach his face where she was now. "Any broken teeth? Broken bone at all?" Was his jaw alright? Plenty of questions raced her mind. She had to know the details to properly treat him and the first things on her mind were fractures under the skin. 

"Awh, babe. It only looks a little bad. Nothing I can't fix." Would he object to an ice pack? She probably had to rotate them since he might melt them too quickly. She went to go grab one. Even if he'd melt it, it would help the swelling a lot. Same with the bruises. And if she ran out of ice packs to put on him before the others get to freeze up again, she'll use packs of peas and whatever else she could find. Anything to help. She came back with a tall glass of water and the ice pack.