Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27069213-20160828201648/@comment-27069213-20160830232640

Anyone who had knew Makoto well enough would probably compared that scene to someone waving a steack in front of a hungry dog. He had healed wounds before of course, at the animal shelther and at the nurse's office itself. But in those cases he was either helping to a side, or it was just some random animal, he couldn't trully remenber when had he been so close to so much blood before.

"Let's see... your nose doesn't looks so bad, but the upper lip has too much blood to see it properly...I'm going to clean it now, alright?"

He couldn't lose his composure, not yet, not there. Makoto took the deinfectant and soaked it with deinfectant, grabing a second ball of cotton and hiding it under his palm. His other hand still held the boy's wrist, more due  being distracted with the blood than anything. "Please stay still, Yasha-Kun." Carefully, Makoto started brushing the deinfected cotton ball against the wounded lip, soaking the second ball in the blood from time to time, doing his best so the first year wouldn't see it.