Tending to the Wounds
Iris, Hermes and Pothos arrived in Iris' home on Olympus, she had transported them right to the spare room that she always kept ready for her son should he need it. Appearing besides the trio a full table full of bandages, gauze, tape, towels and basins of warm water.
"Pothos?"
Iris was becoming concerned about her sons lack of communication. It was odd for him to be so quiet and she wondered if he was in shock or if Gods could even go into shock.
"Hermes, can you help me?"
She wasn't even sure of the extent of the wound was to his wing, there seemed to be so much blood and it all seemed so very fresh.
"Pothos?"
Iris was becoming concerned about her sons lack of communication. It was odd for him to be so quiet and she wondered if he was in shock or if Gods could even go into shock.
"Hermes, can you help me?"
She wasn't even sure of the extent of the wound was to his wing, there seemed to be so much blood and it all seemed so very fresh.