MORGAN
Morgan managed to clean away most of the blood from Deimo's face and neck: that on his clothes would have to be dealt with later, hopefully by himself or his wife (she believed he had mentioned a wife; Gods, she wished that woman was here now to help). Reaching around in the bag again she brought out some bandages and a pad, absorbent and soft enough to not be too uncomfortable. Gently holding it against his cut, she wound the bandages around his head and tied them off, making a somewhat goofy looking, but effective, covering.
Hot and cold? He was definitely ill. Morgan sighed and looked back to Zuriel, not knowing what to do; desperately she asked the unicorn: "Can you help me guide him back home? Is his wife there, perhaps? She must be better equipped than I for looking after the General in this state."
Hot and cold? He was definitely ill. Morgan sighed and looked back to Zuriel, not knowing what to do; desperately she asked the unicorn: "Can you help me guide him back home? Is his wife there, perhaps? She must be better equipped than I for looking after the General in this state."
Oh, my love, don't forsake me
Take what the water gave me
Take what the water gave me
