"Lucas? They're hurting again." Claus said with a groan. He sat down on a chair as his brother took the jar of ointment from the medicine cabinet.
"Which ones?" Lucas asked.
"All of them.."
Lucas helped pull Claus' shirt off. He dipped two fingers into the jar and started spreading the medicine over Claus' scars. He had a lot. There were claw marks on his shoulder. Slashes all over his back. Cuts on his chest. Claus winced. The ointment stung at first, but it helped lessen the pain.
"I wish it'd all just go away.." Claus mumbled.
Lucas tried to lighten the mood.
"Gee, you're getting chubbier, Claus." he said, rubbing his fingers over a scar on Claus' stomach. It worked.
Puffing his cheeks, Claus said "Am not!"
"Are too."
"Am not!"
They continued their little argument, and soon enough, Claus was feeling a whole lot better.
The pain would still be there. But so would Lucas.
