@chronal-anomaly sent:ㅤ[ mend ] 👀

scar related promptsㅤㅤ✧ * º •ㅤㅤaccepting

[ MEND ]ㅤfor sender to treat receiver’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

ㅤif the injury wasn't so completely out of their reach, this wouldn't be a problem — lena wouldn't have to be involved. sure, they'd have still turned up at her place to raid her first aid kit, but they'd have been able to close the bathroom door for a little privacy while they stitched themself up. as the unfortunate reality of the situation is, however, their hands are tied — they can't even see the wound, but it's the only one from tonight's fight that's still bleeding, so they assume it needs at least a few stitches. which means, regrettably: they need some help.

ㅤㅤ" hang on, "ㅤbyan mutters as they feel lena's hands start to lift the back of their shirt for a better look at the fresh slice along their shoulder blade. rather than either of them having to hold the fabric up and out of the way, it's far easier to simply remove the entire thing from the equation — so that's what they do. grabbing the hem of their top in both hands, byan gingerly lifts it up over their torso, hissing in pain as they go, until they can pull it right off and toss it to join their similarly ruined jacket where it lay discarded on the floor.

ㅤㅤ" gonna need t' wash it 'fore i can leave anyway. "ㅤthey continue, though whether they're actually speaking to lena or thinking out loud remains unclear. it's not ideal, revealing so much skin — something about someone they've grown so close to suddenly seeing so many of their scars all at once leaves them feeling oddly vulnerable — but it's the easiest way to treat the newest addition to their collection. —and it is a collection. while their back is not so covered in old injuries as their hands or arms are, there are still plenty to take in, all in a variety of sizes and shapes. the majority are long and thin, earned from the knife fights byan has grown so fond of getting themself into, along with a few dots and more jagged lines gained from broken glass. there's a burn, too, on their left shoulder from an old, dumb mistake made when they'd been too young to be playing with fire, but too stubborn to walk away from watching an entire building burn. the most prominent, however, is one of the few that has ever sent them to the hospital — long and varying between one and two fingers in width at different points, running from their lowest few ribs on an angle around their side, ending just above their hip, it had come packaged with two broken ribs after a misstep while freerunning resulted in an unfortunate (and painful) landing.

byan is not and never has been insecure about their scars, but revealing them to lena after she's gotten to know them more than anyone else ever really has... it feels more personal than having a stranger catch sight of them. like they're entrusting her with the knowledge of their existence, even though it's not something they've ever felt the need to hide to begin with. they don't really know what to make of it.

ㅤㅤ" think you can stitch it up? "ㅤthey ask after a moment or two, forcibly redirecting their thoughts back to the bigger, still very much bleeding issue at hand, haphazardly attempting to glance back at lena over their shoulder.ㅤ" rather not have t' go to the er over a fight i won. "