Just having the foot up off the ground seemed to make an enormous difference in the pain. Summer put one arm around his neck; he seemed to take comfort in holding her other wrist, so she let him do that. Carefully she sorted through the keys in that hand until she came up with the house key. “Onward, brave knight,” she murmured, and unlocked the door. Helios inspected Isaac’s feet as they went in, but didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary.
“Can you get me a wet paper towel and the first aid kit from under the sink, please?”
Hating the fact that she would ask questions that he wouldn’t want to answer, but knowing that she deserved to know everything, Isaac simply nodded and headed towards the entrance, slowly carrying her up the stairs. Once inside her apartment, he lowered her to the sofa and eyed her sadly, before heading into the kitchen and gathering the desired items, handing them over before he hovered awkwardly at the foot of the sofa.
“Can you please sit down? You’re making me nervous, hovering all puppy-faced like that.” She wiped at her hands, exposing shallow, bloody scrapes and peeled up skin that oozed more blood. “Ugh, I’m not even going to be able to hold a pencil, am I.” Giving a sigh, she carefully toed off her shoes, and wiped again at her palms. “I want to find that guy and punch him in the nose.” She tried to tape gauze pads over her hands, and after a minute of struggling, looked up at Isaac. “Help?”