The Forgotten Zodiac

Werr was unable to hold back a cry of pain, jerking away. "Sterilize them first! Are you trying to give me an infection?!" He screeched, kicking the leg of the table to try and get a hold of himself again." Quinn handed Michael the lighter.

"Hold it over the flame, I think he means." She bit her lip.

"Yes! Please!"

"Yeah, probably. If you got a terrible infection and died, the problem that is you would go away." Michael jerked the pliers out and held them over the flame, watching the blood dry and fall off with facination, the turning around and holding them up to Werr. "Clean enough for you?"

"Y-yes, thank you." Werr nodded, knowing full well that just because it was clean now didn't mean it would hurt less. He braced himself for the pain this time, though.

Michael leaned forward again  and began digging into Werr's shoulder, finally finding the bullet and jerking it out of his shoulder. "Got it. Quinn, you can stitch him up now."

Werr had stomped on the floor, kicked the table some more and kicked his own leg, all to keep himself from screaming during the messy operation. He was still unable to hold back a cry of pain as Michael jerked the bullet out of his bone. Quinn nodded and quickly covered the bullet wound with water to soothe it while she stitched it up, using the water for that, too, while she bandaged up the wound she had already stitched.

And by bandaged, I mean to say she put layers of small cut squares of cloth over the two holes, then stuck a bunch of duct tape over it.

Michael glanced down at the bandages. "Well, they do say duct tape is good for everything." He shrugged. "Is anyone else hungry?"

Michael glanced down at the bandages. "Well, they do say duct tape is good for everything." He shrugged. "Is anyone else hungry?"

"I offered to make you a sandwich earlier," Sylas blinked at Michael. "Do you want one now?"

Werr relaxed as Quinn finished with the 'bandages' on his other shoulder. "Can I sleep now? Are there beds anywhere around here?" He asked, wondering if Michael would even let him sleep in a bed.

"Sure, a sandwich would be great." Michael pointed down the hallway. "The guest room is in there. The couch is over there. I warn you, the couch is probably more comfortable, but you can try whichever."

Sylas nodded and stood, putting Tyler down and moved to the table to make a second sandwich. "What do you want on it?" He asked, smiling. Werr, in the meantime, stood and walked towards the guest room. He didn't care much for comfort right now, he just wanted quiet. He doubted he'd get much of that with Tyler running around...

Michael shrugged. "Sandwich stuff? I don't care. I eat whatever." His gaze followed Werr till Werr reached the guest room, then he turned back to Sylas. "Put everything on it. I'll eat anything but pickles."

"Okay," Sylas nodded, quickly putting the everything-besides-pickles sandwich together. He put it on a plate and pushed it over to Michael. "There you go. Enjoy." He smiled, sitting back down next to Tyler to continue watching the TV.

"Well..." Quinn blinked, looking down at her bloody hands. She pulled the blood off with her powers, flushing it quickly down the sink. She then went about cleaning the chair and floor the same way. She then sat down and put her head on the table. "Ugh...I'm tired now..." She sighed.

Michael sat down and began working his way through the sandwich, finishing it shortly. "Fanks, Sylas." He said, through his mouthful of sandwich.

Tyler looked back at Quinn. "Shhhh. Go to sleep, or watch Zaboomafoo. You're not supposed to interrupt."

Sylas nodded, smiling a bit, perfectly happy to help. "Okay," Quinn said quietly, yawning as she stood up, walked to the couch and practically passed out on it. Sylas blinked at her for a moment, then turned his attention back to the TV.

Michael finished his sandwich and went back to the living room, curling up on a chair across from the couch, and falling asleep almost instantly.

Tyler fell asleep on Sylas' lap, keeping Sylas immobile if he intended to keep Tyler asleep.

Sylas looked at everyone sleeping. He then manipulated the shadows to turn off the TV.

Then he fell asleep sitting up.

((Timeskippppperz?))

((Yus. But to when?))

((Uhm, well, since it was afternoon when they fell asleep, we can say early morning, mayhaps?))

((I GOTS AN IDEA! Tyler and Werr should wake up. Because that would be hilarious. "Are you a weasel? I think you are. Why did you peel off someone's skin? Why couldn't you just look like a weasel?"))

Tyler woke up and clambered off Sylas' lap, clumsily tip-toeing out of the room and into the kitchen, where he climbed onto the counter and began grabbing any fruit he considered desirable.

((You are a genius, I think.))

Sylas remained asleep, still sitting up.

Werr was already in the kitchen, though, drinking from a carton of milk with a straw, a sandwich in one hand. He watched Tyler in silence, quietly pondering if he should proclaim his presence somehow.