4/12 Afternoon | Common Room, Main House Dorm | Painful Doyle

[celticluck]

Doyle had made it to the main house without, lucky being seen. He had parked Xander’s car right where he had left it and cleaned out the blood. He was now currently, almost tearing up the kitchen looking for a first aid kit

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[inshiningarmour]

Thelma happened to be wandering into the common room at that time.

"What exactly are--what the hell happened to you?"

[celticluck]

Doyle felt sick, or faint, but he blamed it on the blood loss as he rested against the wall. “Thelma… I need a first aid kit.” He swallowed thickly, looking up at her with his good eye. “I’ll tell you later, yeah? Just need a kit.”

[inshiningarmour]

"Right," Thelma said. "I... have no idea where one would be. Did you check the kitchen?"

[celticluck]

"Tore it apart." Doyle breathed as he looked around, then back at Thelma. He limped towards a table and sat down, hissing as he pulled off his jacket. "Don't suppose you believe in demons and vampires do you?"

[inshiningarmour]

Thelma began to look through any cupboards that might be in the common room. "Hardly," she said as she searched. "But recent events make me think they're probably real."

[celticluck]

Doyle managed to get the jacket off with just a few more deep breaths and a loud hiss. "I had a vision, few days ago. Vampires and a demon, killing this teens in the name of some biblical fallen angel. So, I went to save the kids." He took a deep breath and counted to three as he pulled out his wallet.

He counted to ten, placed the wallet in his mouth and bit down hard as he popped his shoulder hard back into place. He screamed, the sound muffled by the wallet as he closed his eyes tightly.

[inshiningarmour]

Thelma's search stopped with the scream, and she turned, looking a little panicked. "We should probably call you an ambulance."

[celticluck]

Doyle shook his head. "No. I don't go to normal A&E. I'm a bit different, more than you might think." He swallowed as he worked his undershirt off and looked at Thelma. "I heal, yeah? Just need to be bandage up properly so there's no scars."

[inshiningarmour]

Thelma blinked. "You're like one of those comic book characters?"

[celticluck]

Doyle blinked and shook his head. "No, love. I'm something else entirely." He looked around the room and cleared his throat, pain coursing through his body as he started to rip up the undershirt he had pulled off. "Here, makeshift."

He held out the strips of the shirt. "Can you? I can't really bandage a back wound. Just know it's nasty claw marks."

[inshiningarmour]

Thelma was in a state of shock, now, so she just took the strips and walked behind Doyle.

"Christ, you're sure you'll be okay? These look really, really horrible."

[celticluck]

Doyle looked over his shoulder and winced. "I'll be fine. But, if you're not with this you don't have to." He smiled weakly, "Didn't mean to run into anyone."

He took a slow breath, and looked down at the floor. "Are you okay?"

[inshiningarmour]

"Well this isn't exactly an everyday thing for me, now, is it?" Thelma said, starting to bandage up Doyle's back. She paused.

"You said something about a fallen angel?"

[celticluck]

Doyle hissed, closing his eyes as he tried to picture being somewhere else. "Then I'm sorry for asking you to do this."

He nodded slowly at her question. "Aye, the demon's name was Hevox, he worshiped a biblical fallen angel... had a little vampire cult. Never caught the name." He took slow breaths, "Too busy saving the kids."

[inshiningarmour]

"So, not anything sounding like Azazeal, then?" Thelma asked as she finished up the bandaging.

[celticluck]

Doyle thought for a moment and shook his head. "Not that I can think so. I can only guess it starts with an `A` though. But nothing Azazeal-y." He winced as he stood up and turned around, looking at Thelma. "Why?"

His frown deepened, "is this fallen angel named Azazeal causing you trouble?"