He was down. Good. Down but not dead. Frankly, under the circumstances, Charles could not have asked for better. Deftly, the healer worked away, doing his best to drown out his son’s panic and the frantic beating of his own heart. It was markedly more difficult, he noted, to work on a loved one than upon a stranger, and he prayed he would never have to again.
At last, he had done what he can. Lupus was, in his professional opinion, no longer perched on death’s doorstep, and while his neck would never be pretty, his forehead would be almost entirely back to normal once more. Not that looks mattered, given the boy’s condition.
His condition.
Merlin’s beard, what was to be done with him? He had tried to turn himself in, to reveal everything, and his present state was, frankly, an act of heroism towards the family on Barnabas’ part. And when was the full moon, anyways?!
At last, he had done what he can. Lupus was, in his professional opinion, no longer perched on death’s doorstep, and while his neck would never be pretty, his forehead would be almost entirely back to normal once more. Not that looks mattered, given the boy’s condition.
His condition.
Merlin’s beard, what was to be done with him? He had tried to turn himself in, to reveal everything, and his present state was, frankly, an act of heroism towards the family on Barnabas’ part. And when was the full moon, anyways?!
lady makes pretty things <3