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[It isn't an easy process but he does manage to make it a quick one. The wound is angry and the skin red before he'd set to it and now it's even more so; the stream of blood down his back has returned and he holds the wash cloth against it to keep it off his pants. Now and then his lips twitch in a grimace when he touches on something a little too harshly, though he keeps the strain of it out of his voice for the most part.]

It will be. Can't tell if anything splintered off inside, but I don't think it did.

[Once he's satisfied he doesn't feel anything else that shouldn't be there, he takes his hand away and huffs a sigh. To give his back a break, he washes his hands once more and cleans the red streak down his skin one more time.] Now we clean it and cover it and try to be gentle with it until it closes.

[Which it hopefully would.] Are you still doing okay, milord?

[He's never had to worry about anything like that, Sebastian had always been very particular about what kind of injuries he was willing to allow Ciel to endure. Venomous snake bites? That's fine. Getting knocked about by Sullivan's butler? Sure.]

Is there a way to tell without... sticking a finger into the wound?

[Never mind that he may have once stuck a hand into his own twins gut to retrieve their fathers ring.

He gives a nod though, moving into the bathroom and to Undertaker's side, looking at the wound and then sitting.]

Perhaps taping gauze over it would be easiest? Since we may have to change it often?

[He shakes his head and watches as Ciel moves to sit beside him.] Maybe if I had access to whatever they have in that hospital that could do the trick, but long nails work just as well.

[That his question is more or less skirted is concerning. The boy had been around blood and gore well before now, especially with the bizarre dolls and what they were and could do, but this was different.] That's the idea. Twice a day, at least for the first few days, then once a day as it starts to heal up. Infection is the only thing what concerns me. Won't be able to kill me, but it might put a damper on my job a bit if I have to walk into work wearing short sleeves. Customers might ask about the rest of me and I can't rightly lose this job.

[Had he been alive, infection might have meant something worse, but now he looked it as something as simple as a stubbed toe. He rinsed the cloth gain and soaped it up once more, then turned and looked back at the boy.] You're sure you're okay? You don't have to be here for this.

We'll make sure you don't then. [He wasn't going to let Undertaker be left jobless and bored, without funds.] I think the stores here have medicine to prevent infection. We'd just have to get some.

[And waiting until morning proper shouldn't put too much risk on it. Ciel would be careful, stay in his own bed so Undertaker wouldn't be too bothered or aggravate the wound.]

I know. I'm fine. I want to help. [He's managed to distance himself, a little, mentally.] This is partly my fault, after all. You said you had a dream regarding me.

There's some in the first aid kit there in the cabinet behind the mirror. [He still didn't quite believe that Ciel was as fine as he said he was, but he'd let the boy switch his focus to something else. It wasn't in him to try and wrestle him away.] If you want to help, would you mind terribly getting that out for me?

[He should have picked it up when he got the bandages for his foot, but first things first.] It's not your fault, milord. You've no more control over what's happening than I do. I'm surprised you didn't wake in such a state yourself.

[He nods, moving to the mirror and getting the kit out, setting on the ledge of the sink and grabbing the ointment, as well as extra bandages. Just in case and for them to keep in the room in case they slipped off while he sleeps.]

I've actually had that dream a few times since we got here. [He says it slowly.] It's not... as frightening when you can see though.

[Ciel's back at his side in a moment, holding the ointment a little awkwardly, about to offer to put it on but-] Would it be easier for you to do this? So I don't hurt you.

[He takes the ointment and removes the lid.] I've just had my fingernail in it, poking and prodding. Believe me when I say you putting this on will hurt much less than that.

[Then he turned to mention of the dream as he spread a little of the gel on his finger and set about smoothing it over the injury.] Still awful whether or not you can see it. Seems to me that some of what you felt during that time even came over to me. I couldn't help it. When I woke, I thought the threat was still there, whatever else you'd been afraid of before your butler came in. So I did what I would've done in a spot like that.

I suppose you're right. [He lets him take it though, trusting Undertaker to know what he can take or can't. Ciel is weaker though, by a great deal, he probably couldn't really hurt him if he tried.]

I was afraid of everything. Finny and Sullivan were the only people I let near me. [People closer to his age.] I suppose it makes sense though. It's how I would react probably if I'd felt that before and woke up suddenly.

[The ointment was the easy part. It went on nice and easy and did little to ease his irritated skin, but it needed time. Finally he set about making a bandage of the gauze and tape he'd taken earlier.]

Afraid of everything? Whatever caused you such a fright? That's unusual for you.

[Here, Ciel moves to help.] I'll hold it in place.

[So it wouldn't be a pain to keep it properly covered, and it kept him busy, physically and mentally.]

Mustard gas, we were hit with it while investigating the Werewolve's Forest. Everything burned and hurt, and when I woke up again, I couldn't see anything.

[ This time, if Ciel could see Jason's eyes when he knelled down looking over the stone, he'd see not a drop of judging, just curiosity in the older man's eyes. ]

There was more wasn't their? In history books, and the case file's I read in my youth, they only spoke of five official victims, each a prostitute, each cut in a way that suggested someone with medical training.

In my time it's listed as the greatest unsolved serial murderer case ever.

Thank you. [Now that he's finished with the bandage, he can begin to stick it all in place.] Make sure the cut is closed. I'll need to tape it tightly so it can mend.

[He lifts the bandage to his back, hesitating for only a moment when he hears the cause of the Earl's terror.] You were quite lucky, then, to have come out of that the way you did. You seem almost untouched save for the memories and temporary blindness. There was a rumor of such an agent in the underworld that was in production, but of course I stay away from those kinds of things for my own purposes. I'd heard that some of the test subjects lost patches of skin or their senses entirely.

It's closed. [He assures him, making sure of it and watching his hands and Undertakers, trying to keep his steady.]

Sullivan treated us. I kept blacking out a lot but I remember it being cold, Sebastian forcing something down my throat. [he clears his throat.] They were actually using that village to develop something worse. They called it SuLin. It won't see the light of day.

[He begins applying the bandage, and he can feel the slight tremble in his roommate's fingers as they work to make this happen. Really, it's impressive, just how well the boy is holding up.]

You're doing quite well, milord, just as you did back home. Something worse than mustard gas, that would be difficult even for me to tolerate. I'm glad you've seen fit to make sure it disappears.

You're not wrong. Undertaker helped me with that bit, that the prostitutes each had their uterus removed in a way that only a medical professional would be able to.

[He sometimes, really, wishes it had been the Viscount of Druitt.]

Jack the Ripper was actually a pair. A doctor and... [Well, his demon problem is already out there.] and a grim reaper. I'm sure you understand why history wouldn't have mention of that.

And the case was solved by the underworld. Perhaps the Yard remains a bit sore on that subject.

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So am I. [Really, he'd hate to see what it might do to someone like Undertaker. Even if he was still in the mindset of trying to capture him, something like that would be going too far.]

It's easier to focus on helping than one the wound or dream- memory, itself. I'd rather you be alright.

[One more firm press on the tape around the gauze before he's satisfied it will hold and he's done. And there's the throbbing he knew would come with it. These next few days are going to be unpleasant ones, but he'll survive. He's had worse.]

There we are. All better. It wouldn't have killed me, but it might have made my job harder in the long run. [He turned more toward the boy and held out a hand to tug him around again, so they could face each other.] Now. I've one more favor to ask of you. Do you mind sleeping on the couch tonight? I'm afraid I've a mess to clean up in the bedroom now and I'd like not to have to clean up your blood as well as mine.

So, Undertaker removed them? or he knew they were removed?

[ He asked curiously. It was utterly fascinating to learn. He should have been horrified that such a young boy had to deal with that, but... as a former Boy Wonder, he knows ages doesn't matter.

He looked up and arched one of those dark brows.]

Yeah, I could see them hiding that. And that sounds about right, the cops never enjoy when us less savory types do their jobs for them. We need to have that cup of tea soon. It seems we have a lot to talk about.

No, he knew they were. Although, I'm sure he would have the skill to do it if he wished to.

[Some people still were but the queen didn't much care so long as Ciel kept to his duty and remained loyal. Like a Watchdog should.]

I kept the grim reaper from my report but it was enough that I handled the matter. [A little smile.] Perhaps tomorrow? While everything is still fresh in our minds.

[He still watched, making sure it had stuck and then let himself be tugged, a little gasp escaping him.]

I- that's fine. [He'll miss the familiar comfort Undertaker provides but-] I was thinking I'd try not crowding you while you heal, anyway. I can imagine having me huddled against you would make it hard to keep from aggravating it.

[It had taken awhile but Ciel could be considerate when he wanted to be. Which was more often than not since he'd come to Riverview.]

That much won't be necessary. [His fingers give a gentle squeeze before he lets the boy go to point out a scar running across his left pectoral muscle.] I've done this before, here. Long as I sleep on my other side, it'll be fine. I'm more concerned about waking you while I clean up the glass and what might get stuck in you if you try to walk over it. I'll sleep on the recliner if I get the chance later. Run along, now.

[He stood and began collecting what needed to be thrown away and what needed to be washed later.] And I do appreciate your helping me. I know blood isn't anything new to you, but you did do very well.

[ Jason nods, of course it makes sense. All of it does, from The Undertaker knowing to keeping the Grim Reaper out of the file. He pushed himself up, sparing a look to the grave, sometimes he wishes he had relgion, or something not stolen from a book he could offer a soul like this, but alas.

He turned to face Ciel.] AS long as it was handled it didn't matter how, I think you did right. And yes, tomorrow sounds good, maybe around 4? [ He got off around noon but god knows he would need a nap.]

That doesn't make it any more pleasant to deal with. [He's not sure he'd wake up to him cleaning but then, they hadn't really had many disturbances to deal with since they'd arrived to really judge.]

Ah, you should probably take the couch. I'm smaller. [He'd fit more comfortably in the recliner. But he's being shoo'd a bit and...]

I can't let it bother me when it comes to people I care about.

[He considered it as he finished putting away the medical kit and nodded.] As you wish.

[But it was the parting comment that turned his head. They'd practically admitted as much in living with each other and tolerating each other, but having said it outright was something neither of them had attempted yet, and this was as close as either had come.]

[He picked up the small trash bin and followed Ciel out into the living room.]

It's not much more than a scratch, milord. I'll be okay. I promise you that.

[He only stopped to grab an extra blanket, settling onto the recliner and watching Undertaker still. Debating what he wanted to say next and then deciding to just let it out.]

That doesn't mean I won't worry. A 'scratch' shouldn't bleed like that did. [A little frown.] So.. I'm still going to worry, even if I know you're right.

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