The air around Emelie was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the dewy cold scent of mist and fog. Kurt's head laid across her lap as she tried healing the area in which he got stabbed, and although the wound on his stomach had already closed, the bleeding did not.
Blood kept pouring out of his mouth as his head lolled to the side, but more horrifically, it began to leak out from beneath his eyepatch.
"W-What's happening to him!? Shit, Kurt! What's going on with you?! Why aren't you healing!?"
Emelie's hands were trembling as she slowly and steadily removed his eyepatch to try and heal him straight from the source. When she finally took it off, the sight revealed to her sent a cold shiver down her spine. A gruesomely old 'X' shape scar was covering the entire space around his right eye. And even though his eyelid was closed, it looked oddly hollow from her perspective.
"F-Focus Emelie…" She whispered to herself. "This is nothing compared to what you've been through."
