(I'm thinking her house looks something like this?: https://theartofsimple.net/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/Outside-During02edited.jpeg)
"I…I'm not sure, I'll try though," She admitted, pulling into her driveway, "I don't know if it's possible to separate your body from..well, yourself." Honor shut her truck off with a small shrug and unbuckled before opening the door and going around to his side to help.
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(ooohhh her house is so cute! XD)
The young man awkwardly untangled himself from the seat belt by himself, but didn't know how to open the car door and was stuck inside until Honor rescued him. "Is that big thing a 'house'?" he asked, pointing at her home. "Why is it so big if you're the only one that it belongs to?"
(Yeah XD)
Honor shrugged and smiled, motioning for him to get out of the truck, "Yes, that's my house, and it's actually not that big, compared to other houses. I'll give you a tour of the interior before getting you settled in." She was quite proud of her little house and it suited her needs quite well, as really just a place to live and sleep.
He staggered onto the driveway and had to pause and steady himself before heading towards the front door. "Okay….ugh, this body keeps pulling air in and out of its chest. Is it supposed to do that?"
"Yes it's supposed to do that," She replied with a laugh, "That's called breathing, and your body also has to do that to stay alive." Honor was sure to walk alongside him until they got to the door, pulling her keys out of her pocket and unlocking it so he could walk in.
He followed her cautiously, taking in his surroundings as he adjusted to the silence inside the building. "This body is so weak and helpless and complicated. What if there's something bad in the air while I'm breathing? What if there's no air at all?"
(Uggggg I don't know how to describe how her house is decorateddddddd XD i have like a picture in my mind but I don't know how to write it)
Honor shrugged, flicking on the light that quickly illuminated the open front end of the house, with a small living room right as they walked in, "I mean..that's how people die, we can't survive without oxygen. Anyway, off that topic, welcome to my home."
(oof I getcha ^^; Is it more kind of simple or cluttered or feminine or practical or or or…?)
He jumped slightly when the light came on, staring around curiously. "Huh…..is a house supposed to protect your body from bad air and….stuff?" He was obviously making wild guesses. He brushed his hand across his forehead absentmindedly, smearing blood from his hands and head-wound all over his face. "It's warmer in here."
(I'd say it's pretty simple and practical, though it's clearly a place with a lot of meaning to her and objects that mean a lot to her if that makes sense XD)
"I mean, it's really a place to stay safe and warm, to give yourself someplace to call home and I guess give a safe space to sleep and eat?" She said, actually having to think about what she would describe a house as. With a gesture around at the living room, a gray couch against one wall and a coffee table scattered with a few books along with a TV against another wall, "This is my living room, I'll show you the kitchen, bedrooms later. Right now though, let's get that gash cleaned up." Honor crouched down and undid her shoes before kicking them off and leaving them by the door, then motioning for him to follow her.
(ahh sounds very nice ^^)
The Erased One solemnly copied Honor and removed his shoes, then shuffled after her into the depths of the house. "How do we do that? What is this red stuff on my hands anyway? You said it was made by my heart?"
Honor nodded, leading him down the one hallway and through the farthest door down to the bathroom, "First I'm going to wash all the blood off, thats the red stuff that your heart pumps around and that is currently on your hands." She flicked the light on again along with the light above the giant mirror, brightening up the room tremendously as she started the faucet running, "Then from there I'll see how much work needs to be done or if I need to bring you to the hospital."
(I gtg for a while, seeya!)
The Erased One instinctively squeezed his eyes shut to block out the light, coming to a halt in front of the sink. "What's the hospital?" he asked, repeatedly trying to open his eyes only to close them again.
(see ya!)
"It's where humans go to get help if they're hurt or sick," She explained, opening one of the drawers below the sink and pulling out a washcloth. Honor waited until the water was warm before getting it damp and patting the counter next for the sink, "Can you come sit up here? I need to have the light while I work."
He eyed the counter for a minute before stepping forward and clambering all the way onto it, then very clumsily turning around and dangling his legs over the edge. "Are there other humans at the hospital?"
She nodded, gently bringing the rag up to his forehead and gently starting to wipe away the blood around the actual gash away, "Yeah, there are lots of other humans, both people who need help getting healed and the people who help with the actual healing and taking care of the people."
He frowned suspiciously, not flinching away in the slightest as she cleaned his injury. "Hm. I don't think I'd like that. Let's not go there, I don't need to."
His wound, however, was looking more severe by the minute. The gash started at the tip of his nose and trailed upwards, quickly deepening into a scarlet canyon that disappeared into his hair. His skull was very faintly visible beneath it, and it definitely needed stitches…but a there were a couple details about it that didn't quite make sense. For one thing, it was bleeding, yes–but not nearly as much as it should have been. And for another, the surface of his skull was oddly knobby, almost like it wasn't the skull at all, but in fact a set of…..teeth. Very sharp teeth.
"…Actually I think we're going to need too," She said as she continued to clean away blood and uncover the full injury and how bad it looked, "How did you get this in the first place?" Her eyes showed that she was becoming more concerned by the minute as she wiped away the worst of the blood. If they did need to go to the hospital, like she knew they would, they would be in trouble. There would be tons of missing information that they would need and along with the cost of getting stitches.
The Erased One shrugged carelessly. "Woke up with it. It hurt earlier, but it doesn't anymore. Doesn't really feel like anything now." He glanced at himself in the mirror and studied the gash with a distant, almost bored expression. "Are you sure we can't just fix it here, by ourselves?"
Honor nodded, biting the inside of her cheek, "I don't know how to do stitches, and i wouldn't be comfortable trying to fix you up here anyway. I wish I could find a way to fix it here, since it's expensive to get work done at a hospital and I would need to forge a ton of information about you." She set the washcloth in the sink and once again turned the water on, letting it rinse itself out in a way as she walked off, "I'm going to try to find some more painkillers or something incase it starts to hurt more."
He craned his neck to watch her go, puzzled. "Painkillers?" he called after her. "What kind of thing kills pain? Does it eat it or something? I didn't know pain was alive in the first place." He didn't give her time to answer those questions before asking more. "What kind of 'information' about me do we need? What's forging? What's expensive?"
She couldn't help but crack a smile at the array of questions he bombarded her with, though she didn't answer any of them as she looked around for her bottle of ibuprofen. It was the strongest thing she wanted to risk giving him, not knowing if it would react terribly with his body or if it would work.
When Honor didn't answer any of his questions, the young man huffed and slid off the counter to go looking for her. "Do you really think we have to go to this hospital place? I want to stay here….all the light outside went away, so we won't know where to go anyway."
"I don't want to go there, but yes, we'll have to go. The light outside disappearing isn't a big deal either, my headlights work and I can easily remember how to get there," She said, poking her head out of one of the other two doors along the hallway and shaking a bottle of the pills, "Found some ibuprofen, now go sit your but back down mister. I'll be right there." Honor pointed down the hallway back towards the bathroom and then disappeared into the room again, shutting the door behind herself and quickly changing into something more comfortable and clean.
The Erased One reluctantly returned to the bathroom and occupied himself by playing with the water taps on the sink to figure out how they worked. At this point he was deliberately trying not to look at his reflection in the mirror since it made him uncomfortable, and since it was harder to deny the severity of his wound when he was staring right at it. He instead watched in fascination as the water washed the blood and grime off his hands, then soaked the sleeves of his hoodie when he accidentally got too close.
"What is this rushing stuff, Honor?" he called. "It's cold and it's sticking to me but it made the blood on my hands go away. It's made of tiny round see-through bits."
Honor opened the door once again, now dressed in a clean pair of jeans and a sweatshirt as she walked back to the bathroom, "The water? It's…well, water, it helps clean stuff and is something your body needs to survive as well." She opened the bottle of ibuprofen and tipped out a single pill before holding it out to him, "Here, swallow this, I'll get you a glass of water first though so you can drink that after you swallow it."
He took the pill and examined it warily. "Wait…..how does this body eat things? What part is for eating with? Is it the hands?" He pressed his palms together with the pill between them experimentally, but obviously nothing happened.
She held up a finger to symbolize that she was going to be right back before walking off and grabbing a glass. Honor filled it with water and then walked back to the bathroom, chuckling, "You put it in your mouth, the thing that you're talking with. Word of caution though, don't chew it, they taste terrible, just put it in your mouth and drink some water. It'll go down naturally with the water and you'll avoid the terrible taste."
The Erased One frowned, thinking it over, then accepted the glass of water. Placing the pill in his mouth, he almost nervously took a drink of water and swallowed everything carefully. After a moment, he realized that nothing dramatic was going to happen and relaxed again. "Okay, I did it. Now what do we do?"
"Now, I guess I'll have to bring you to the hospital, unless you can somehow magically heal yourself." She looked around and then at the erased one, biting the inside of her cheek again, "So, what name do you want to have? You need to have one when we go to the hospital, so you might as well pick the name you want for yourself right now."
He blinked. "Uh…..I don't know…..what do names usually sound like? Can I pick anything at all, or….are there rules?" He looked pretty lost, having no idea where to even start.