“Yea, but I didn’t. And neither did you, which is what counts.“ (Yes, of course! You’re playing Lavi?)
While Allen was moaning and groaning about flipping over, Lavi gathered the necessary supplies. He stepped into the adjacent bathroom to fill a small basin of water before returning just as Allen flipped over.
“That’s the same as refusing with you, ‘Sprout. I’ve never seen you turn down food for even a minute,” Lavi said as he sat the basin on the table next to them and seated himself next to Allen on the bed. For the time then, he noticed the small patch of blood on the left side of his face.
“The hell…? When’d ya do this, ‘Sprout?” he asked, only half-expecting a response from the boy slipping into a peaceful slumber already.
It wasn’t a deep enough cut that Lavi felt the need to concern himself overmuch, but it did present the possibility that he had a concussion. Worse was the possibility of a brain bleed, but Lavi would say that wasn’t the case if he’d remained conscious and fully aware, but a risk was still a risk.
“No heavy lifting or bending over until you get looked at by an actual Doctor, ‘kay?” he said as he started to wipe away the blood with a damp cloth. He may have just overexerted himself and overused his Innocence, but Lavi would rather be safe than sorry. It’d be a few hours before he had a better idea of what was the issue.
Allen made a vague sound, already mostly asleep and not really registering what Lavi was saying. He winced when he felt a wet cloth against his head, making the wound sting.