- Pyre sat quietly on the edge of the table, watching as Cassie rummaged through the drawer. While she was only looking for band-aids, the small Fallen watched his mother's every move closely. His Mom had compassion for all of them in her own way and Pyre envied her soft hand and actions. Sometimes he was all clumsy like the kid he was yet but he wanted to grow up big to help people. All sorts of people needed help, and sometimes they only needed a hug. Thinking briefly of his friend Dayanara, Pyre quickly concluded he was probably better at the physical wounds than the emotional. Seeing people sad still made him feel a little awkward inside.
The boy held up the edge of his pants, revealing the scrape that needed attention yet. "I want to put band-aids on when I'm big," Pyre announced a little out of the blue. She had already wiped down his knee with a rag and the wound felt cool against the air. His wings adjusted against his back, making an obvious rustling sound as the boy grew impatient.
"I don't think you need to be big to do that," Cassie teased sweetly, holding out the band-aid she had dug out of the bottom of their bin. It was a little dirty, having been forgotten among the other items. She pulled the edges apart the slightest, distracted for a brief moment by a loud clatter somewhere else in the house.
Pyre accepted the package, struggling for a moment to peel it with a single hand. The noise was nothing new to him, leaving him unphased and instead focused on the task. Cassie moved to hold his pants for him instead, allowing the young Fallen to fidget with it instead. With a soft ahh it peeled open, and playing with the sticky end between his fingers, he carefully pressed it over his wound. "Owie," Pyre murmured, but it instantly turned into a bright smile.
"You're going to be my cute little doctor," Cassie continued to tease, touching his cheek gently before combing out his long hair with her fingers. The boy smiled, allowing his mother to then lift him off the table and onto the floor.
"Nurse," Pyre corrected, smoothing down the front of his sweater as he curiously tested his weight on his scraped leg. He was perfectly fine but kids were sometimes dramatic. "I want to help the doctors."
Cassie lifted her hands, admitting defeat before going about putting everything away in the medical kit once more. "Pardon me. Nurse Pyre," she cooed, bundling up the bucket in her arms before pushing it back on top of the fridge. She turned back to her son, smiling as she placed her hands on her hips. "Good nurses still have to get ready for bed though. They listen to the rules and follow standard procedure. Move along, you."
Pyre immediately laughed as Cassie began to physically shoo him, smiling bright as he gently pushed her hands away. With a flutter of his wings, the light haired boy ran off towards the bathroom where his other siblings had already gathered for their nightly routine.
