They laid Bel in the tub, reclining against the back, and used the complimentary plastic coffee cups to pour water gently over Bel's nude form. Emma ran her fingers delicately over his bruised and bloodied face, placing kisses on the exposed skin she could reach without hurting her ribs or stomach by leaning on the tub's side. Emma's tears fell nearly constantly, and she let them land on Bel, helping to wash away some of the blood. Bel moaned and Emma's breath caught.
"Bel, can you hear me?" She asked softly, but he made no other sounds.
"Some of these are deep." Lucian murmured, indicating the wounds on Bel's chest and sides. "Do we still have that pack from the picnic? Bel packed some emergency first aid.." Emma hummed.
"In the car, I think." She whispered.
"I'll go get it.
