Note: I do not own "Constantine", nor do I own "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day." I do not own Bactine © either. Balthazar is now fully human, for future reference. With all that entails. Sometimes OOC. Forgive me. And forgive me the hints…this is gonna be an odd one…
Balthazar and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day, Part Four
"Can you walk?" asked John Constantine, standing up again.
Balthazar rolled his head up slowly and gave him a look.
"No." he said, raising his eyebrows. "I can barely move."
"Jeez, John!" Chas said, exasperated. "Look at how much blood he's lost! We need to get him to the hospital."
"Oh, yeah, right." John bit down sarcastically. "And tell them what? He doesn't exactly have I'D. or medical insurance." He turned away to light a cigarette.
"And besides, who'd help him?"
"I would." said Chas with obvious strain in his voice. John turned around slowly.
Chas had picked up Balthazar's limp body and slung it over his back like he was going to give him a piggy-back ride. He used one hand to brace Balthazar's knees and the other to hold onto his arms. The ex-demon rested his head softly on Chas' shoulder.
"Oh, great." John looked up and away.
Chas walked right past him, hefting up Balthazar so that he could walk faster.
"Well?" he asked, as he passed. "Are you coming or what?"
John could only follow the pair back to the apartment.
Of course, the clothing was sticky with Balthazar's blood, and couldn't be removed easily. It was ripped again, all over the place. Unfortunately, they had to peel most of it off of him by hand.
"This is disgusting." noted John, tearing off what once was the arm of his white shirt to use as a tourniquet.
"You think this is disgusting?" Balthazar quipped, wincing as it was tied tighter. "I'm the one living through it."
John almost sniggered, but then thought better of it and went to get a towel. Chas came in bearing more medical cloth, Bactine© and tape. He dumped it on the bed and proceeded to wind the cloth around Balthazar's left arm.
"This may sting, just a little." he sprayed the man's arm with the Bactine.
"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" roared Balthazar, quite clearly it was stinging more than just a little. He grabbed onto Chas' collar and pulled him up to his face.
"What are you doing?" he demanded. Then he paused. Chas was trembling. He was afraid. Balthazar let him go.
John came back in, wet towel in one hand and dry towel in the other.
"Turn over." he said, cigarette threatening to fall out from between his lips and land on Balthazar's exposed chest. "Lie on your stomach."
The other man closed his eyes and gritted his teeth before slowly pushing himself up and over. He lay his head on a pillow they'd put on his mattress and turned his head to stare up at Chas.
Chas held the dry towel for John, who was leaning over Balthazar to clean the blood from his thighs and backside. He didn't exactly try to be gentle, and every time he scrubbed at the drying blood Balthazar choked back a scream.
As soon as he was done John towelled the now-clean Balthazar dry.
"Well," he said. "That proves it."
"What proves what?" Balthazar asked wearily.
"He was washing you with Holy Water." Chas said in wonder. "You're really and truly human."
"Wonderful." Balthazar groaned and buried his face in the pillow.
Sorry about the length! I wanted to get this up ASAP. Pardon me, the next chapter will be much longer.
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