A matter of calling things quits, though a dangerous space to be hobbling about with one leg working fine. He didn't think he was bleeding that badly at first but when he went a few steps up the lighthouse area, he didn't hesitate to check it when he felt his toes squelch. Low and behold, as he dared look beyond a quick glance, he was bleeding rather badly. A sizable gash. It made him raise his brows really, carefully peeling at his hiking sock which was holding a lot of the blood, thus the reason he didn't feel like he was in much danger.

A lip was sucked into his teeth in thoughts of how to get back to the village town, it was a bit of a walk and now that he knew he was hurt, it hurt a lot more. Haha, it was always the way… So, as he was about to resolve in himself to tighten his bootstrap, he heard another presence with a question he couldn't help but answer with ease to not be a burden on their hike.

Gosh, to be greeted though for a man like himself, well, he couldn't deny their aid. The worry was clear and the telling's of possible infections did worry the old novelist. "Ah, that completely left my mind." An injection was possible here, not just the bleeding by the idea of having whatever it was that cut him be diseased. Ah, as he furrowed with the worrisome thought, he did his best to think back to when he felt his ankle hit the rock? Was it a rock? Oh.

"Ah, the sign post! Something was sticking out as my boot slipped on the step next to it." He snapped his fingers with the mystery, though his features did fall a bit. "It did look pretty old too, oh dear, if that was a rusty nail…" He didn't want to think of the madness that might come with it. Amputation was a thought he never believed himself to hold for himself and yet, he was nearly laughing at the idea of being given such a stump.

"Oh, the lighthouse?" He was heading up that way for the view! The bench so many spoke of being a great place to be but also to be wary of the man who lived there or something or other. Put it to his novelist heart it was just the villages attempt to make a tourist spot for the increased money and interest so he held no care to such rumours to hurt and slander. In fact, as he adjusted his stance, to put pressure on his toes much than his heel and ankle. It felt rather off since it was just drenched inside but his smile was radiant. "If you do not mind the time taken, I wouldn't wish to be in the way of your errands. If anything, just a wrap up would be fine for me to head to the town again." Claude adjusted his bag straps though, sighing out with a hum.

"Thank you, I'm Claude by the way, now do tell, how many more stairs do these old bones have to climb?" Bleeding and only slightly in discomfort, he wasn't to make it a drama. Not when the view was so close after his few hours of hiking these rocks.

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It was definitely not the first time he was sitting on a public bench, reflecting on his life after a rather tumultuous night out. He had shared conversations with himself during these moments, thinking about how he had ended up in this life situation in the first place. He clearly wanted things to change. Yet today, his self introspection couldn't happen either. He could perceive the crystal blue eyes of the stranger on him, silently worried, but still relatively chill as well. Oliver was putting pressure on the back of his head, his jacket rolled up in a ball, and blood gently streaming down from an open wound.

The usual.

“... Truth to be said, I do have a medical condition and I didn’t feel anything until I accidentally stumbled on my feet. I need a minute, but you happened to be there, so… Don't worry so much, it doesn't even hurt.” He sighed with the ghost of a smile, while he eventually dropped his jacket back onto his lap. Another ruined piece of clothes. His cleaning bills were almost as indecent as his hospital's.

While he glanced at the other one’s face, he could almost pick up his train of thoughts, pity and concern from a pure stranger, so he decided that he didn’t wish to look like a victim anymore. Oliver was, somehow, a predator of the night. He cocked his head aside, a warmer smile curling in the corner of his lips. “It’s not even a good tactic to pick up good-looking boys, but if you’re so worried, you can give me your number, and I’ll make sure to update you.”

It was easier, yes, to pretend that everything was alright. Everyone can stumble in dark alleys after a night out and too many drinks. Oliver was young and definitely exposing a party lover side with his current clothes and the hints of makeup on his features. Nobody had to imagine there were ruthless clients behind, prostitution and criminal organizations. Things had to change, and he needed to find his own courage. It was a hard task when he was a pathological coward as well, but he was maturing.

He slowly stood back up, his prior dizziness slightly better than before. He frisked his pocket to find his cigarettes, and turned around to look at his night savior.

A few scratches indeed, usually such things on men his size were only little irritants, but when Inori found this man with a fever that could of burned his brain apart, he acted as quickly as he could to get him here. Though he wasn't sure on what the other remembered in his delirium, but at least it wasn't a one man noodle trying to pull this burly giant to his clinic… Sure, it wasn't a human one, but at least it had things that worked well with humans with issues like this. Motoharu provided aid and a side room that was used for the giant canine breeds to be used by this giant man. It was humorous if it wasn't for the state they were in.

Removing their shirt just to have a physical exam lead to the sight of these poorly bandaged areas, the green puss, the yellow crust, red, brown and white ooze. It was a state, that's for sure. Though it could of been cleaned on the outside, a wash of alcohol or disinfectant would usually do a trick but these scratches were deep. They needed medical attention. Such is life, still, Inori did he best. Giving pain mediation, fever and sleep aids, just to make things easier for himself and them. He cleaned what he could, cut away the necrosis flesh and infected area, removed the gunk that had accumulated over the hours, days? Of most likely being ignored at this state.

Gluing the flesh was more better than stitching in this area, due to the bend of skin. Sewing new wounds into a raw space under the pec wasn't great, sweat, dirt, movement all added to a sad sight. Though, work down and gauze in place with numbing cream the best he could give them, he was happy to see them stir enough to move. Though he did his best to keep them still, if they really were alarmed, he was sure to be thrown across the room. "Ah, don't worry about it. Sorry to say it's not a hospital for humans… Ah, it's Inoue, the Pharmacist - this is my friends Vet Clinic, he helped me get you inside to treat you. I believe he is Major's Vet, Motoharu?" Inori stated with ease, though he wasn't of the Animal Doctor license, he really knew what he did from a past long… well, not forgotten, but shelved. "You've got five minutes left of your IV drip, so please remain laying down."