Bertha
Uriel smiles. 

"When you dreamed, even the darkest places were brightly lit... It was a natural assumption. The ears didn't help your case, either." 

As Uriel feels around the area, their gloved hands happen upon the sticky, oozing wound on Vance's leg. They touch their hands to their arm, and see faint red marks under the moonlit sky. 

"This is... Worse than I thought. I'll have to stabilize your leg here, as to avoid injuring it anymore." Uriel takes a couple of deep breaths, and as Vance raises his leg as far as it can go, they put all of their weight in pushing the log off. Muscles taut, breath caught in their throat— it lasts a little too long before, with a *Thud*, the log dislodges itself and falls to the ground. 

Uriel falls to the ground, panting. 

"I'm... Not very strong. Stay still, while I look for my medical supplies." They began to dig in their messenger bag, tossing aside a random assortment of seemingly unrelated items to find the supplies.
Alexis
At first, Vance thought Uriel was trying to be corny as fuck when he explained himself, then realized he made sensed. When Uriel had his gloved hands on his wound, he winced when he felt the opening burned. "Fuck, this shit sucks," He said, his voice straining as he felt the log squishing his leg. Then he was soon free to find himself feeling dizzier when he now realized how much blood he lost. He could clearly see that his pantleg was ruined with a ripped that showed an exposed hole where a sharp, jagged rock sticking out. His pointed ears lowered when he felt his stomach churning at the sight. He couldn't help but turn his eyes away to stare back at the spot where Uriel was reading his weird book.
Bertha
Uriel gets to work immediately— dainty, almost tapered fingers dab the filthy wound with alcohol-soaked cotton pads. Vance feels the sharp sting with every rhythmic press, the sudden jolt of pain making maintaining consciousness harder with every zap. 



It takes long. Long enough to where the stars have cemented their place in the sky, and the only light was from the ever-watching moon. 

But, it was done. 

 Uriel wiped beads of sweat off of their forehead, and collapsed in exhaustion onto the ground. 

"You should be able to walk, albeit slowly, which is fortunate— in this dark, I'm nothing but helpless."
Alexis
Vance was paranoid enough to make himself stay away despite wanting to fall unconscious from the blood loss and pain. He bit the insides of his cheeks when every dab of alcoholic sting made him cringe.

At the end of the treatment, Vance looked dazed after toughing out the pain and keeping himself awake. When Uriel finally spoke, his trance snapped back to reality to realize that his leg was bandaged. It was also stabilized by a tree branch to help it keep it in place. '*Fuck, it better not be broken...*'Vance thought, slowly getting up with a grunt. He wanted to thank Uriel but he felt too embarrassed to say it. And asking them why they helped him was another factor also made him embarrassed to even asked.

Even talking to be 'nice' felt foreign and it made him uneasy. It provided a heavy weight that reminded him how much he had to play the "Good boy" For his parents. That was a lie for their own benefit by faking what he really is.

Tight lipped and thinking on what to do next, all he could do is sigh at Uriel's lack of sight in the dark. He is still uneasy by this person which makes him wonder what their true motives are. The kindest thing he did is take out his flashlight, flick it on and a ray of light shine out into the darkness. He passes it to Uriel to help keep him from being THAT helpless. "Short cut back to the school is this way..." Vance muttered, already limping ahead.
Bertha
Uriel stands still, hand on their chin. 

"And.. You're letting me come with?" 

At this, Vance can see Uriel's eyebrows raise in surprise briefly, before they start to pick up the pace and follow the elf. 

"Honestly, I expected you to leave me here to fend for myself. It's a pleasant change of events, however..." Uriel says the statement slowly, almost matter-of-fact. As if Vance being an asshole was simply a law of the universe. 

"You're not the first person to dislike me due to my powers, so don't feel guilty about displaying that distaste. It's only natural to be disturbed when on the defensive." Uriel's voice came out smooth and reassuring.

"It doesn't make you a bad person to dislike me or what I do, so don't feel it necessary to have any moral dilemmas or feel bad about your hatred." Uriel continues, offering a sleepy yet genuine smile at Vance.
Alexis
Vance had his back turned to Uriel as he limped ahead to lead the way. As Uriel is talking, he couldn't help himself but roll his eyes at him as they chattered on. "If you keep on talking with your corny statements, I will leave you here for the wolves," Vance said, sounding annoyed. "I just don't like people." He hobbled forward, wincing, but moving enough in hopes of leading this Uriel person out of the woods.

The cut in his leg complained with every limp that gave him a biting reminder that he needs to go to the hospital. "I could care less about your hippy dream powers. Just keep your nose out of my life history."

This was a clue that he really prefer to keep information about himself private. Whatever the case it is had left him bitter, on edge and paranoid.
Bertha
"Has that strategy been working out well for you? Hiding yourself from other people?" They mused out loud, looking at Vance with an oddly inquisitive look.

Uriel didn't know what spurred them to ask such a personal question, especially from someone so... Volatile. Perhaps *Due* To that volitivity, did Uriel find it necessary to draw attention to the source of that chaotic energy. 

"And, no, I would never invade other people's privacy... Intentionally. You have that guarantee." Uriel promised.
Alexis
"You you that much of a dunce to pry?" Vance's voice slightly grumbled which nearly sound close to a snarl. It took Jesus's grace to hold this boy from clocking Uriel in the forehead right now. "We're almost there, now stop talking." His head was swimming with dizziness by the time they made it by the schoolgrounds. Not before he spots a dead marten laying slashed open on the ground. "God dammit I thought I had this part cleaned!" And he nearly tilts over to catch himself in time when he felt nausea take over.
Bertha
"Are you alright?" Uriel breaks the silence that had formed between them, and rushes to Vance's side, propping him up with an arm around his torso. 

"Don't worry, we're almost there. Just— hold out a bit longer, alright? I don't think I could carry you while unconscious." 

Uriel peers at the offending dead animal. Yes, it stunk, but things died all the time— was Vance an animal lover of some sort? 

"If you need me to move its body, or... I'm sure it'll be eaten by some grateful bottom feeders, given enough time."
Alexis
Vance is surprisingly much, well, far lighter than the heavy weight Raizel. It wouldn't be too hard for Uriel to keep him up on his feet. This kid was quite thin when Uriel held his torso to discover he is very much like a twig. "You're stumb... Job... My job to clean... Ugh.." Vance stumbled over his words when he sees the world sway left to right. "Just leave it... Deal with it later..."He is quite persistent trying to make it towards the door.
Bertha
"Alright, if you—" Uriel cuts themselves off as Vance lunges towards the door. 

"Please, try and stay with me; It wouldn't be good if you were to fall on your face, especially with your leg."

Uriel maintains a tighter grip, solely to keep the wriggling boy stable. As they walk slowly towards the door and inside, Uriel sets Vance down on a chair. 

"We should be able to call the infirmary and get a stretcher called in... Just sit tight, will you?"
Alexis
Uriel would be tugging along a limp noodle trying to fight against him. Vance couldn't really speak properly in English when he cursed at Uriel in a jumbled mess. He would attempt to shove them away with his hand in their face, but it didn't work due to being debuffed by bloodloss and lack of weight to throw around. Now sitting on the chair under light, he look like someone who was an car accident victim.
Bertha
Uriel talks for a while on the phone, before hanging up and turning to Vance.

"The infirmary says they'll send someone down in ten minutes. Would you like me to keep you company until then, or would you like me to leave?" Uriel asks the question slowly and softly, almost as if explaining the outcome to a younger child. They weren't sure Vance could follow along if they spoke normally.
Alexis
When Uriel turned back he would discover a handprint smear of blood on the wall, indicating this little shit tried to walk away from his seat. He is laying on his side unconscious with a gloomy blue shade across his eyes. There was a small pool of blood forming near his leg where he tried dragging himself way by a few feet. It looked like Uriel had just killed someone in this scene.