[John didn't fuck around when it came to medical attention. He had only ever learned basic first aid in school, but with his recent career change he'd seen fit to do a bit of research (mostly by way of YouTube). So he pulled Jake carefully through the house and to the bathroom in his room, setting him on the closed toilet lid. He grabbed a throw pillow, as an afterthought, one of those decorative ones that is too hard to actually be comfortable to sleep on, and set it behind his lower back so he could recline.]
[In the artificial lighting, he finally had a chance to really look at the damage, and he bit his lip.]
...Jesus, Jake. [He got a dark cloth and wet it with lukewarm water, cleaning him up gingerly first.]
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Date: 2013-03-09 01:35 pm (UTC)[In the artificial lighting, he finally had a chance to really look at the damage, and he bit his lip.]
...Jesus, Jake. [He got a dark cloth and wet it with lukewarm water, cleaning him up gingerly first.]