#luck asks

Pre-Solo Felix

tw: blood

“It’s not bad. Radish, look at me, it’s okay. It’s just a small cut.” Felix grasped at Radish’ face in an attempt to get him to focus his gaze on Felix before picking him up and moving him a bit further away from the chaos that was the boss battle. 

“That’s a lot of blood…” Radish managed to stammer out as Felix stretched out his (Radish’) leg. He tried not to wince at the gash that was indeed, much bigger than he tried to make it seem, before looking up to smile reassuringly at the younger player. “You should see me at the dentist, kid. This is nothing.” Keep him calm. Everything’s okay. The warrior pulled out his inventory and grabbed at some bandages and potions. 

“Felix! Get back on the field!”  He pointedly ignored the order his second had yelled out, instead propping Radish’ leg on his knee and quickly cleaning the wound. “First boss battle with Catalyst. Different feeling, huh?” He spoke with a low tone, voice tight as he tried to distract the younger player from the overall calamity that was their environment. Radish let out a yelp of pain as Felix tugged at his bandage. Felix grasped at his knee in comfort before looking up to find Radish nodding his head slowly. “It’s different. Yeah…” 

More blood. There was more blood. 

“My first boss battle, I remember how nervous I was. I ended up blacking out only a few minutes in. God, they were all so mad at me.” Felix let out a strained laugh as his fingers moved to wrap more bandages around the wound. He noticed Radish’ eyes drift to the battlefield. 

“Kid, just keep your eyes on me, okay?” 

A few more tugs, a few more knots, and one more potion. 

“This should last till we get back to HQ.” Felix closed his inventory before quickly getting up, extending a hand out to Radish. The younger player looked up at him incredulously before taking it and heaving himself up. 

“Are we… Are we going back out there?” Radish all but squeaked, looking to the battlefield then back to his leg. Felix grinned at him and unsheathed his sword. “Fight’s not over till we’re in pieces, Turnip. Don’t worry. I got your back this time.”