The boy wasn't expecting to see much, he thought it was a single cut somewhere that just needed a little patch up. When he started to remove his shirt he glanced away to give him some kind of privacy, but the whimpering sound made his eyes snap back to his face. The often blank expression contorted only for a moment with pain, the sound had been so quiet he was surprised he could have even made it out. When he turned around he held back the need to gasp in shock. Octavian wasn't sure how to react when he saw the condition of Byron's back. It was absolutely horrible! From behind Byron would hear a soft thud of his bag hitting the earth floor.<br/><br/>Kneeling down next to it he shoved things aside, jingles and clanks of his oddities could be heard through the leather bag as he searched for something. He pulled out a tin box, dented all over with a few holes here and there, but it still did its job. Flipping the clasp open he then pulled out a roll of bandage a clean cloth, and a clear glass bottle that held some kind of liquid in it. What broke the awkward silence between the two, and Octavian's thought process as his frantic mind was trying to pull together some sort of plan on how to help him.<br/><br/>Octavian’s pale complexion turned a bright blooming red as blood rushed to his cheeks, white dollop freckles standing out against the pinkish pigment now on his face. “Really?” His voice a soft whisper, a happy little voice that wanted to hear the words again. That his only ugly mutation, his eyes, were seen as something beautiful to a pure human. He completely zoned out of the bleeding slits on the other's back, his heart doing little jumps inside of his chest. The smell of blood brought him back however as eyes dated towards the thin beads of crimson slipping down an uneven back.<br/><br/>Standing up he gently ran a finger horizontally across an uneven patch of skin, away from the open wounds of course. Feeling how bumpy it was from scars layered on top of more scars made the mutant sad. His ears pulled back and down, though it was hard to see through the inky black hair that draped around him. "Your poor back," He murmured, how could someone do something so horrible to another person? Why were they so cruel inside the walls, so abusive and hating towards things they didn't like or understand. Mutants weren't like that, most were peaceful beings that wanted to live without the fear of humans killing them off like they're some sick disease that'd spread to them. He poured some of the liquid onto the rag and hesitated.<br/><br/>"This'll sting..." He warned. He didn't know exactly what it was and what was in it, but it cleaned dirty wounds so that it wouldn't get infected. He dabbed the rag on one lash at a time, taking it slow to make sure it would seep in and do its job. His touch was gentle but complete, he wanted to help. Once he finished with the last opening he took a step back and looked at the bloody splotches all over the rag.<br/><br/>"I... say I have two sets of eyes to make up for the fact that my hearing is poor," Octavian said before something else was said. Something along the line of being disgusted how things like this could happen and nobody even treat it. He was pissed and wanted to scream but instead, he just said anything else that came to his mind. "K-Kind of like something knew I'd need a little help in a different sense," He added quickly.