Darkiplier X Antisepticeye Lemon Novels & Stories

I don't have to hear him yell to see the rage in him, because staring at him I can see the fire in his eyes. And like the helpless girl I am, I push my leg towards him. His big hand grasps it and he smiles. I sniff several times as I watch his hand rampage through the kit, looking for every tool and medication. The room is quiet, and as Liam places the iodine on my injuries softly, expecting me to whimper like how literally any human would when having their injuries come in contact with iodine. But I give nothing but silence and that makes Liam look up at me.

Cordelia listened carefully and jotted hydrogen peroxide on the paper. Rowan continued. “Uh… Cordelia, hydrogen peroxide is an anti-inflammatory disinfectant. It’s very useful for washing wounds! Give him 100% in concentration, okay? Disinfect him nicely so that he heals faster when his wound’s taken care of! 100% concentration, remember— Ow!” Before he finished, Xyla knocked his head. Zephyr pushed closer to look at the screen. Rowan hugged his head with puffed cheeks as he looked at Xyla and told her softly, “We’re on a video call… It’s a video call! Cordelia’s watching!”

It was far enough from the palace to give us a moment of peace, but close enough that the sirens still felt like they were screaming right in my ear. "I need to help Toby," I said, my hands shaking as I reached for the glowing Lunar Lily. "Leo, watch the street. Tell me the second you see headlights." I scrambled into the back seat, kneeling on the floorboards beside Toby. I took a small mortar and pestle from my medical bag, a kit I had prepared before we ever left the city. My heart hammered against my ribs as I began to crush the translucent petals. They did not turn into a paste; they dissolved into a shimmering, silver liquid that smelled like rain and ozone.

Aeriol just shook his head and hug her back. "Now, now," he said softly "I am sure Lynx have the antidote, right Lynx?" "Nope," Lynx said straightly, as he tries to remove the green specs on his clothes "Really?" Aeriol confirms "Really" he answered, then Lala's voice echoes across the room. "Aeriol" she cries "Ok, ok" he said looking directly to Lynx as if signaling lie-lynx-lie while Lynx gesture response is a big 'X'. Aeriol sighed. "Will find a solution, for now, go take a bath with some herbs. It might go away"

I could see his gray eyes so clearly. “Are you scared you might not be able to take me all?” “I…I…yea,” I replied with an unclear voice. “There's no need to worry about that, trust me, I'll take care of you,” Drake suddenly reached for his pants and took out a lotion. I took a good look at what he was holding, and I gasped when I noticed it was actually a lubricant.

Ian who was quiet till now finally spoke. “What do you mean?” Frank asked curiously. “The antioxidants in Lychee and turmeric countered the effects of the poison, acting as a partial antidote, reducing its potency and buying us time to get them treated.” “So, are you saying we should be grateful to her?” Lara quirked her eyebrows in disdain. “No… but if she hadn’t provoked, would Dana have taken the initiative to kiss Ben? His life would definitely be lost without the timely injection of antioxidants ing Lychee and turmeric.” Ian shrugged.

“Let's start with the bitter herbs. I nodded and walked over to Lila's herb collection. My hands hovered over the jars and bundles, suddenly uncertain. "What if I'm wrong?" I whispered, fear tightening in my throat. "What if I make it worse?" "We can't afford to doubt ourselves now," Selene growled. "Kim needs us. The pack needs us." With shaky breath, I began sorting through the herbs, setting aside those known for their bitter properties. Wormwood, gentian, yarrow...

Liam hissed as he dabbed the cotton onto his face. The corner of his bottom lip had been slit open and his nose had been fixed but the bruises and the black eye were prominent. He looked down on the counter, scramming through all the first aid he had dumped on it. Taking an antiseptic ointment, he opens the lid and squeezed a little bit of it on his finger, and applied the gel carefully onto his not-so-healed wounds. His eyes were straight on the mirror as he tended to his wounds. He didn’t care about how he looked, all he wanted was Annalise to be by his side.

"Smell what? Blood? Infection? Imminent death?" "No. That." I pointed at Damon's skin. "His sweat. It smells medical. Herbal." Wait, Parrot said. I know that smell. Kade leaned closer. Inhaled. Made a face. "I don't smell anything except— wait." "You smell it?" "It's faint. But yeah. Like medicine?" "Antibiotics. Specific antibiotics." I sat back. Thinking. "The same ones that would be in an antidote for creature venom." "How do you know that?"

She held it between her hands and focused on the contents. She heard Fatima gasp as the contents seethed, steam rising fragrantly, before the colour of the liquid changed to a faint violet. Pleased she nodded and set the bowl back onto the bedside. “This will help promote healing, prevent infection though vampires’ blood tends to do that by itself, and will ease any pain,” she explained. “A teaspoon only… Oh, thank you,” she said when Connery passed her a measuring spoon. She scooped the liquid up and let it drip over Harry’s eye, the black clotted wound, and bathing over their lashes to hopefully seep through to whatever lay beneath.