This was exactly what he had hoped wouldn't happen.
The boy needed the blood, needed it as fast as he could get it, but his body couldn't take the rate of it. And yet if they slowed the transfusion to a speed in which he could adjust the blood would go bad in that time. So he had to make a decision, and fast.
Because this boy was going to live.
"Can you start a fire and get me some warm water?" he asked Penelo, knowing that the water was needed with all urgency.
They had to warm the core of his chest first, of else his heart would stop. Blankets didn't transfer heat well enough. So gently, gently- careful to avoid the tube in Larsa's arm, he pressed him against his own chest. His heart needed to be warmed up, and now.
The boy was so limp- like a ragdoll in his arms. He looked up at the man standing in the corner. "He needs body heat." Wilson said simply. "Can you help?"
[OOC- OHDOGHDOI HE IS NO A PEDOOOOOO. Seriously while I was writing this I thought; CRAP THE TREATMENT'S GONNA MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A PEDO. So I thought, WHY NOT MAKE BATMAN LOOK LIKE A PEDO TOO?]
A fire already roared in the fireplace, but Penelo obediently slid off of the bed, her skirts making a disgusting 'slosh' sound from the blood that had so soaked it. She padded to the fireplace and heaped more wood onto the fire, working it up into a full blaze, crackling away. She disappeared around the corner to the bath to fetch the warm water in a basin.
She soon returned with a basin of almost hot, but not quite, water in a large bowl and a washcloth already soaking inside. She stood beside the bed, her hands trembling. She had never felt so helpless in her life, watching someone she so cherished dying before her, and she could do nothing.
{{ooc: It wouldn't have been so bad if he didn't SEND THE GIRL OUT OF THE ROOM FIRST. XDDD}}
The boy needed the blood, needed it as fast as he could get it, but his body couldn't take the rate of it. And yet if they slowed the transfusion to a speed in which he could adjust the blood would go bad in that time. So he had to make a decision, and fast.
Because this boy was going to live.
"Can you start a fire and get me some warm water?" he asked Penelo, knowing that the water was needed with all urgency.
They had to warm the core of his chest first, of else his heart would stop. Blankets didn't transfer heat well enough. So gently, gently- careful to avoid the tube in Larsa's arm, he pressed him against his own chest. His heart needed to be warmed up, and now.
The boy was so limp- like a ragdoll in his arms. He looked up at the man standing in the corner. "He needs body heat." Wilson said simply. "Can you help?"
[OOC- OHDOGHDOI HE IS NO A PEDOOOOOO. Seriously while I was writing this I thought; CRAP THE TREATMENT'S GONNA MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A PEDO. So I thought, WHY NOT MAKE BATMAN LOOK LIKE A PEDO TOO?]
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She soon returned with a basin of almost hot, but not quite, water in a large bowl and a washcloth already soaking inside. She stood beside the bed, her hands trembling. She had never felt so helpless in her life, watching someone she so cherished dying before her, and she could do nothing.
{{ooc: It wouldn't have been so bad if he didn't SEND THE GIRL OUT OF THE ROOM FIRST. XDDD}}
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