December 15, 2004 (1 Comment)

Lexx unstrapped the belt holding his clothes on and pulled it through the grommets in his wings. While he busied himself with undressing, he shook his wings to free them of water. Then the breeze hit him. It felt like ice against his bare skin. Lexx grumbled and wound his top up into a knot and squeezed out more water. Chel didn't bother. She saw the open wound on Lexx's shoulder. "Lexx, you're bleeding really badly. You need-" "It's not as bad as it looks," grunted Lexx. "It's healing." He glanced at Chel, looking so concerned at him when it was he who should be making sure that she was okay. "Are you-" Then he noticed it. Chel's left shoulder was dripping with fresh blood. There were three gashes, one cutting through her shirt. Rage welled up within him. "He hurt you! You're bleeding!" "… I am …?" Chel couldn't believe she was actually hurt. She ached, but she didn't feel like anything had happened to her. "It can't be that bad, Lexx," Chel followed Lexx's gaze to her shoulder, trying to see how bad it was. "I don't-"