George: George pressed a kiss to Lucas's head. "I'll give you a minute, okay?" George told him as he moved to get out of the tub. "I am just going to patch up so take your time. Don't worry too much, okay love?"

Ariv: "Oh... Well if that is the case, I will stop asking about that subject," Ariv replied quietly. "Are we close to the flowers yet?"

Lucas: he silently nodded curling up into a tighter ball. He looked down to the water and then his hands which have already began to prune.

George: George stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist. He began to humm to himself as he grabbed the first aid kit and sat on the wall of the tub opposite to Lucas.

Ariv: "Ah.. yes, I do believe I smell them," Ariv nodded, his nose scrunching slightly. "It's a bit of an odd aroma, isn't it? I would have thought it would be less strong seeing as you have a strong sense of smell, yes?"

Lucas: he refused to look at George knowing that he'd regret it if he did. It took a moment but he slowly got up and stepped out of the tub. He kept his eyes locked to the ground

George: George started to look at his wound, wincing as he did so. George paused and swore under his breath. "Uh hey Lucas? Can you-" George looked up to Lucas and instantly was at a loss for words, his cheeks instantly going red as he couldn't help but study him for a moment. "Um... Y-You know what? Nevermind! You look hot- Busy! You. Look. Busy. Fuck!" George was just digging his own grave.

Ariv: "Alastor, if it is meant to keep us away," Ariv asked, stopping in his tracks without letting Alastor pull him any further, "why would we want to be going closer to it? It will only get worse from here."

Lucas: as soon as George messed up he couldn't help but crack a smile and chuckle a little. He'd missed George's clumsiness with his words. He looked up to George with a little hesitation at first. "What do you need... I'm here for you.."

George: "Well... I think there is still something stuck in my wound?" George mumbled quietly, hating the awkwardness of the situation. "You'll have to use tweezers or something to not touch it, but umm..." George swallowed hard as he averted his eyes. "I suggest you at least put a towel on first..."

Ariv: "I... First answer me this and then we can continue: What is the reason you wanted to show me the flowers to begin with?" Ariv huffed, folding his arms with inquisitive eyes. "It is not because I like flowers because you didn't know I like plants until now and you certainly didn't want to show me it out of wanting to show me a new organism to study, so what is the reason then?"

Lucas: he huffed looked down at himself and rolling his eyes. He went over to the counter and grabbed a smal pare of tweezers. "Hold still... do you know what exactly is inside or is this going to be a guessing game?? I won't want to pull it out and then find out it was keeping you from bleeding out George."

George: "It's probably shrapnel or a bullet of some sort," George mumbled. "I can't tell and I wasn't paying attention to what was happening. My best guess is shrapnel..." George shifted slightly, still keeping his eyes from Lucas. "I doubt it would make me bleed out, but it just means I will have to do a ton of paperwork after this at some point."

Ariv: Ariv sighed, but nodded slightly. "Why are you avoiding answering my question, Alastor?" Ariv questioned, letting Alastor drag him along, but being much more hesitant now. "What's going on that you're not telling me?"

Lucas: he grumbled glaring up at George as he lowered down to his knees taking a good look at the wound. "You're stupid." He hissed pressing softly on the wound. "You have to watch your surroundings idiot or shit like this will happen to you!"