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Lament’s listener did have a name, printed on his driver’s license. Watts, Ivan. Normally Todd would look into his partial-rescue-partial-prisoner, but a full web search would be a waste of Ivan’s time. He as lucky Todd kept first aid supplies in his vigilante kit, just in case he sustained an injury his healing factor couldn’t handle right away. That didn’t include any kind of anesthesia, though. No amount of naproxen was going to help Ivan through what had to come next if he was going to survive.
The best Todd could do was lay him gently on the floor of his selected location – an old factory, like the one he’d used with Jasper. It felt… right, given his intentions with Ivan. A counterbalance to last time. Like the other one, this place still had some running water. It wasn’t great, but Todd didn’t have time to boil the bucket or stop to pick up anything distilled. All he could do about the infection was mix the water with rubbing alcohol. And that was going to hurt.
Todd apologized under his breath as he stripped the layers of clothes off, then zip-tied Ivan’s wrists and ankles together. Flailing would make the experience worse for both of them, and to survive the night, the injury had to be cleaned and bandaged ASAP.
Preparations done, he sighed, then shifted his face. Jasper’s features felt heavy, like a burden, but he coudln’t exactly let Ivan see the real him, and if he was going to use the villainous face he wore in costume he might as well leave the Cryptid mask on. So Mal– Jasper it was.
No more putting it off. He sighed again, taking in the injury and infection, the burn, the dust from Lament’s lair, and the faintest smell of cigarettes. Whoever he was, his base scents were hidden under what Lament had done to him. Todd didn’t know how much he could undo. But he could start by sitting at Ivan’s bare back, dipping a clean towel in the purified water mixture, and gently starting to dab the wound clean.
The best Todd could do was lay him gently on the floor of his selected location – an old factory, like the one he’d used with Jasper. It felt… right, given his intentions with Ivan. A counterbalance to last time. Like the other one, this place still had some running water. It wasn’t great, but Todd didn’t have time to boil the bucket or stop to pick up anything distilled. All he could do about the infection was mix the water with rubbing alcohol. And that was going to hurt.
Todd apologized under his breath as he stripped the layers of clothes off, then zip-tied Ivan’s wrists and ankles together. Flailing would make the experience worse for both of them, and to survive the night, the injury had to be cleaned and bandaged ASAP.
Preparations done, he sighed, then shifted his face. Jasper’s features felt heavy, like a burden, but he coudln’t exactly let Ivan see the real him, and if he was going to use the villainous face he wore in costume he might as well leave the Cryptid mask on. So Mal– Jasper it was.
No more putting it off. He sighed again, taking in the injury and infection, the burn, the dust from Lament’s lair, and the faintest smell of cigarettes. Whoever he was, his base scents were hidden under what Lament had done to him. Todd didn’t know how much he could undo. But he could start by sitting at Ivan’s bare back, dipping a clean towel in the purified water mixture, and gently starting to dab the wound clean.