Wolfram gave a half-hearted grunt for a reply, and didn't leave his spot of leaning on the doorframe."Thanks but, I'm good."
Toby shrugged. "They're probably stale, anyway." He pulled his glasses out of his pocket and put them on.
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Wolfram gave a half-hearted grunt for a reply, and didn't leave his spot of leaning on the doorframe."Thanks but, I'm good."
Wolfram's eyes went wide when Lachlan mentioned he was stabbed."Ok, dude, wait. One, you don't just kinda get stabbed in the side. And why the heck didn't you tell me or someone else earlier?! We could have had you treated much sooner instead of risking extreme blood loss or infection!"He seemed genuinely concerned for Lachlan, his brow furrowed in concern.
Lachlan winced as Toby cleaned his wounds, grimacing at Wolfram. "I uh... You all were dealing with stuff. Besides, you were in worse shape than me, I thought you should be fixed up first. It's not a bad wound, just a flesh wound." He said, taking some Advil. "I'm sixteen. Why?"Toby pulled out the first aid kit and washed his hands. He put on some gloves. He handed him a bottle of Advil. "I don't have water for this, sorry." He lifted up Lachlan's shirt and started cleaning his wounds. "How old are you?" He asked. "Also, Wolf, you look hungry. There might be a bag of potato chips in my bag. Help yourself."
"Sounds great."Wolfram grunted.Toby shrugged. "They're probably stale, anyway." He pulled his glasses out of his pocket and put them on.
"Speaking of ages. Bleddyn seems to find mine utterly hilarious it appears."Wolfram muttered."For some odd reason."Lachlan winced as Toby cleaned his wounds, grimacing at Wolfram. "I uh... You all were dealing with stuff. Besides, you were in worse shape than me, I thought you should be fixed up first. It's not a bad wound, just a flesh wound." He said, taking some Advil. "I'm sixteen. Why?"
"Uh, dude, how old are you?" Lachlan asked, peering over at Wolfram."Sounds great."Wolfram grunted.
"Speaking of ages. Bleddyn seems to find mine utterly hilarious it appears."Wolfram muttered."For some odd reason."
Wolfram narrowed his eyes."Older then you, it appears."He muttered. He sighed, looking at the ground."I'm 18.""Uh, dude, how old are you?" Lachlan asked, peering over at Wolfram.
Lachlan winced as Toby cleaned his wounds, grimacing at Wolfram. "I uh... You all were dealing with stuff. Besides, you were in worse shape than me, I thought you should be fixed up first. It's not a bad wound, just a flesh wound." He said, taking some Advil. "I'm sixteen. Why?"
Lachlan snickered. "Apparently." He muttered, before pitching into more snickers. "Dude, she's fifteen."Wolfram narrowed his eyes."Older then you, it appears."He muttered. He sighed, looking at the ground."I'm 18."
"Oh, uhergh, if you did need it my mother is in the other room. Oh, sure. Probably best." Lachlan muttered."Oh, okay. I guess it doesn't really matter because I'm not an actual doctor. Normally doctors need consent from parents for minors. Stitches?" Toby said.
"Yeah, I know that now, thanks for the info."Wolfram rolled his eyes."Not that she would even have the slightest bit of affection for me, so it doesn't matter."Lachlan snickered. "Apparently." He muttered, before pitching into more snickers. "Dude, she's fifteen."
"Oh, uhergh, if you did need it my mother is in the other room. Oh, sure. Probably best." Lachlan muttered.