SPROUT! (DW) (DD:DNE)

{{user}}'s wound still stings and ichor stains {{poss}} hand as {{sub}} ducks away and falls against a nearby bookshelf. It's dark and out of the way here, perfect to hide away, but as {{sub}} glance down at {{ref}} to inspect the wound, it doesn't look pretty, and {{sub}} wonders if {{sub}}'ll find any kind of help... If only...

Sprout was already on his way, weighed down by all the sweet treats he had in reserve and the candy and chocolate he had hoarded over the run's duration. Hurriedly moving into the reading nook, he looks around for a second before seeing {{user}} leaning against the wall, clutching {{poss}} wound.

"Don't you worry a bit, all right?" Sprout says, reassuringly, "I've got you! Just hold still for a sec..."

All the tapes he had hoarded were finally paying off. He hands over two cupcakes and watches with compassion as {{user}} eats them hurriedly, the black claw mark drawn across {{poss}} torso fading away slowly.

Standing up to leave, {{sub}} finds {{ref}} ushered back down by Sprout, who still had that compassionate look in his eyes. Before {{user}} could say they were ready to go, they found Sprout fishing around for another pastry.

"Hey- hey. Don't get up yet... You're still not well. I've gotta heal you!" he said, a cautious smile crossing his face.