Fic:First aid for Vampires, 101 prompt 72 fixed
Written for 100originalfics
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missmozell challenge
Title: First Aid for Vampires, 101
’Verse: Servants Journals
Characters: Joseph, Shine
Prompt: #72 Fixed
Word Count:412
Rating: G
Notes: Also written for Scribe’s “I’m going to hurt you” challenge.
I heard Joseph’s car pull in the driveway and his voice in my head before he was in the house. “Shine I need you!” There was urgency to his mental voice that I hadn’t heard before. What the hell happened, I thought as I ran to the kitchen.
Joseph entered the back door just as I got there. He was more pale than usual and there were hard lines around his eyes and mouth. His right hand was swollen and purple. Just looking at it made my stomach want to flip-flop. “What happened?” I asked.
“It’s a splinter, a big one and it is working it self deeper.” Joseph answered, his voice strained. He was hiding the pain he was in, but having been his servant for several years I could feel it anyway. Some legends are true, while a wooden stake through the heart will kill anything; a vampire’s flesh is especially vulnerable to wood.
“Dare I ask how you got that?” I asked him while I cleaned his hand and examined the wound. I could feel the splinter under the skin; it was at least an inch long. In this case Joseph’s supernatural healing was working against him as the skin above the splinter had closed, but was being irritated by the wood underneath preventing it from healing. I was going to have to cut it out.
“I was stupid. I was coming out of one of those old building near the docks. I letting my hand run down the stair banister.” Joseph waited patiently while I cleaned a knife and found the tweezers. I was not going to ask him what he was doing near the docks.
Holding his hand over the kitchen sink, knife ready I looked at him, “I’m going to hurt you.” Joseph took an unneeded breath and held it. “Get on with it.” he said in my mind. I cut into his skin, ignoring the blood that welled out and carefully pulled the splinter out with the tweezers. When it was out Joseph held his hand under the running water from the sink and we both watched as the bleeding stopped and the cut closed and his hand returned to its normal white, leaving only a red scar that would be gone in a few days.
Joseph would want to replace the blood he had just lost. I was sure I wasn’t getting out of the kitchen without loosing a pint myself.
I was right.
And
missmozell challenge
Title: First Aid for Vampires, 101
’Verse: Servants Journals
Characters: Joseph, Shine
Prompt: #72 Fixed
Word Count:412
Rating: G
Notes: Also written for Scribe’s “I’m going to hurt you” challenge.
I heard Joseph’s car pull in the driveway and his voice in my head before he was in the house. “Shine I need you!” There was urgency to his mental voice that I hadn’t heard before. What the hell happened, I thought as I ran to the kitchen.
Joseph entered the back door just as I got there. He was more pale than usual and there were hard lines around his eyes and mouth. His right hand was swollen and purple. Just looking at it made my stomach want to flip-flop. “What happened?” I asked.
“It’s a splinter, a big one and it is working it self deeper.” Joseph answered, his voice strained. He was hiding the pain he was in, but having been his servant for several years I could feel it anyway. Some legends are true, while a wooden stake through the heart will kill anything; a vampire’s flesh is especially vulnerable to wood.
“Dare I ask how you got that?” I asked him while I cleaned his hand and examined the wound. I could feel the splinter under the skin; it was at least an inch long. In this case Joseph’s supernatural healing was working against him as the skin above the splinter had closed, but was being irritated by the wood underneath preventing it from healing. I was going to have to cut it out.
“I was stupid. I was coming out of one of those old building near the docks. I letting my hand run down the stair banister.” Joseph waited patiently while I cleaned a knife and found the tweezers. I was not going to ask him what he was doing near the docks.
Holding his hand over the kitchen sink, knife ready I looked at him, “I’m going to hurt you.” Joseph took an unneeded breath and held it. “Get on with it.” he said in my mind. I cut into his skin, ignoring the blood that welled out and carefully pulled the splinter out with the tweezers. When it was out Joseph held his hand under the running water from the sink and we both watched as the bleeding stopped and the cut closed and his hand returned to its normal white, leaving only a red scar that would be gone in a few days.
Joseph would want to replace the blood he had just lost. I was sure I wasn’t getting out of the kitchen without loosing a pint myself.
I was right.