illirica
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"What's going on?"
"I don't know either." Anthony looked at his sister and gave her a shrug. They'd been inside moving furniture around while people were tense, and then suddenly people had gotten really tense. He hated sitting around, feeling like he couldn't really do anything about the situation - whatever the situation was. He'd wanted Islet to join a Pack because it was supposed to help keep her safe. And sure, she'd been the one to pick this one, but...
...But nothing. He was probably overreacting. The most dangerous thing they had done this morning was move boxes. Jesse had gone out to deal with whatever it was that needed dealing with, and Anthony could just... he didn't know. He'd almost be willing to go back to moving furniture around. Almost.
Well, if nothing else, he could help Jesse out by being an extra pair of hands. If Jesse needed someone to stand there and hold something, Anthony was pretty sure he could manage. He was great at standing there holding things. Islet had him do it all the time. "It's probably fine, Islet. Jesse seems like he knows what he's doing.
"Yeah but he said medical-" Islet was sounding worried, but there were footsteps out there in the hallway, Jesse returning with another young man that they didn't know, and- "Ohmygod, is that blood? That's blood. Anthony, that's blood."
She had backed up against the wall, which... shouldn't have surprised him. He'd been thinking being around other werewolves would help her, but Islet wasn't other werewolves and - actually, what the hell did he know about other werewolves? "Um." That was, indeed, blood, and a lot of it. "...Sorry, Islet, I wasn't... just put your head down, okay?"
The girl put her head down and made a little sound that was probably more appropriate for someone who was actually in Jimmy's condition rather than just someone who'd seen him, but it was what it was.
"There you go. Close your eyes. Right? I'm here, okay. Just sit down and breathe and keep your eyes closed, it'll be fine." Would it be fine, or had he just lied to his sister? Anthony glanced up, but Jesse... seemed to have things under control. Okay. So, Jesse could handle the new guy and Anthony would take care of his sister. That was fine, he was good at that. "You wanna step outside into the hallway?" There was probably blood in the hallway, too, but if he took her hand maybe he could lead her away from it.
"No, it's... the smell doesn't bother me." Anthony blinked at that, but he guessed she wouldn't see it. Werewolves could smell blood. Okay. Good to know? Her voice was quiet, meant for only him, but maybe the others would hear it too. Werewolves were supposed to have good hearing and all. They'd never really tested how good, outside of Islet. "I don't... I don't want to go out there with whatever did that to him."
That was... fair, probably. Anthony squeezed her shoulder one more time, then got up slowly, with one more worried glance. "Okay."
Okay. So she was as good as she was getting, and she was right that they were probably safer in here than with whatever was happening out there right now. He moved away a little, knowing that Islet would know if she ever wished he was there, she wouldn't even need to ask; he'd come right back. "Jesse? Sorry, she's..." He didn't know how to end that sentence. Maybe it was better to just leave it there. "Can I help with anything? I'm not a doctor or anything but I can hold things or hand you things if you just need an extra pair of hands."
"I don't know either." Anthony looked at his sister and gave her a shrug. They'd been inside moving furniture around while people were tense, and then suddenly people had gotten really tense. He hated sitting around, feeling like he couldn't really do anything about the situation - whatever the situation was. He'd wanted Islet to join a Pack because it was supposed to help keep her safe. And sure, she'd been the one to pick this one, but...
...But nothing. He was probably overreacting. The most dangerous thing they had done this morning was move boxes. Jesse had gone out to deal with whatever it was that needed dealing with, and Anthony could just... he didn't know. He'd almost be willing to go back to moving furniture around. Almost.
Well, if nothing else, he could help Jesse out by being an extra pair of hands. If Jesse needed someone to stand there and hold something, Anthony was pretty sure he could manage. He was great at standing there holding things. Islet had him do it all the time. "It's probably fine, Islet. Jesse seems like he knows what he's doing.
"Yeah but he said medical-" Islet was sounding worried, but there were footsteps out there in the hallway, Jesse returning with another young man that they didn't know, and- "Ohmygod, is that blood? That's blood. Anthony, that's blood."
She had backed up against the wall, which... shouldn't have surprised him. He'd been thinking being around other werewolves would help her, but Islet wasn't other werewolves and - actually, what the hell did he know about other werewolves? "Um." That was, indeed, blood, and a lot of it. "...Sorry, Islet, I wasn't... just put your head down, okay?"
The girl put her head down and made a little sound that was probably more appropriate for someone who was actually in Jimmy's condition rather than just someone who'd seen him, but it was what it was.
"There you go. Close your eyes. Right? I'm here, okay. Just sit down and breathe and keep your eyes closed, it'll be fine." Would it be fine, or had he just lied to his sister? Anthony glanced up, but Jesse... seemed to have things under control. Okay. So, Jesse could handle the new guy and Anthony would take care of his sister. That was fine, he was good at that. "You wanna step outside into the hallway?" There was probably blood in the hallway, too, but if he took her hand maybe he could lead her away from it.
"No, it's... the smell doesn't bother me." Anthony blinked at that, but he guessed she wouldn't see it. Werewolves could smell blood. Okay. Good to know? Her voice was quiet, meant for only him, but maybe the others would hear it too. Werewolves were supposed to have good hearing and all. They'd never really tested how good, outside of Islet. "I don't... I don't want to go out there with whatever did that to him."
That was... fair, probably. Anthony squeezed her shoulder one more time, then got up slowly, with one more worried glance. "Okay."
Okay. So she was as good as she was getting, and she was right that they were probably safer in here than with whatever was happening out there right now. He moved away a little, knowing that Islet would know if she ever wished he was there, she wouldn't even need to ask; he'd come right back. "Jesse? Sorry, she's..." He didn't know how to end that sentence. Maybe it was better to just leave it there. "Can I help with anything? I'm not a doctor or anything but I can hold things or hand you things if you just need an extra pair of hands."