[Thread] Clark Kent and Remus Lupin

[morethansteel]

Who: Clark and Remus
What: Healing?
When: Nowish?
Where: Remus's room?
Rating: Low, PG.

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[boggarted]

It was getting harder to stay sitting up.

Normally the wounds weren't this bad... then again, it had been a long time since he'd last gone werewolf without the Wolfsbane potion to hold him back.

Most times he would rise to get the door, but found he hadn't the strength. "Come in," he called weakly.

He leaned his head back against the chair, shivering at the feel of blood, from eight long gashes on his chest, running onto his hands.

At least four of the eight had already healed completely, with dubious thanks to his lycanthropy, but at least two of the remaining were too deep to be left alone.

[morethansteel]

Clark walked in, pushing his glasses up as the door opened, and he was surprised to see how badly damaged the man was!

There were wounds everywhere! He didn't know how well he could do, but he could try, and he swallowed as he held some gum and oranges in his hands.

Well, it had distracted Lex Luthor, who was to say that it wouldn't distract this guy from what would really go on with his wounds.

Too many people already knew who he was, but he couldn't handle more people realizing that he wasn't really human...it was far too odd.

"W-Wow! What happened?" he managed to choke out, rushing to the man after a mere 3 seconds of contemplation.

[boggarted]

Remus gave the man a bleary look.

"I don't think you'd believe me if I told you," he murmured. He was exhausted. He shut his eyes, not really caring what the man did or if he noticed that the wounds looked distinctly like giant clawmarks.

"Just... please." With a hand he vaguely gestured at the two topmost gashes on the right of his chest; the only two, at this point, that were still bleeding to any great degree.

[morethansteel]

Clark nodded, and started chewing the gum as he quickly peeled the skin off of one of the lemons. "Okay, I'll let you be...for now," he joked with a smile, before he took a good look at those wounds.

They were nasty! He couldn't believe this guy was still alive, let alone talking, of course, it was faint, shaky talking. He finally got a good gob of gum, and was ready to get at the first wound.

"Now, this is going to burn, and it will simulate a cauterization of the wound," he explained, pretending to stick the gum in his wound before he started to squeeze some orange juice in the man's wounds, and then he quickly moved his glasses down, and shot some light heated rays at the wound, causing the bleeding to stop.

It had to hurt.