Jules' pov
I stared down at Blaze's arms while worry flood through every inch of my insides. When I reached out and gently nudged his discolored skin, he winced a little and I pulled my hand away while regarding him worriedly.
"What are we gonna do?" I asked quietly and he sighed softly.
The entire thing my father said about his arm rushed into my mind once and I began to panic, eyes widening as I shifted closer to him on the bed.
"There's something I can do, right?" I said after a few moments and he sighed again before his eyes dragged over his swollen arms.
"Stop worrying so much, it doesn't hurt a lot." He told me but I didn't believe him. As I stared pointedly at his arm, I ended up jumping off the bed and heading into the kitchen in order to get some ice there.
