Léan doesn't even hesitate. He lunges forward and sinks his teeth into his hand. It doesn't look like he wants to hurt anyone--he's just terrified for both himself and his brother.

Visllu watches, worried. He gently picks Archie up as he does so.

Fleujourn flinches a bit, and fights back tears. He stands up as he does so, pulling Lean up with him.

Archie cried out in alarm, trying to escape, but he could barely move, and he wasn't dangerous at all, it seemed.

Léan released him once he heard Archie cry, and blindly stumbled to his feet. He pivoted around and attempted to lunge at the one causing his brother pain.

Visllu keeps his grip. "Relax...We're going to help you."

Fleujourn pulls his hand to his side and sniffs a bit. He watches to make sure Visllu is all right.

Léan simply wouldn't settle. He didn't want anyone touching his brother, and he kept struggling to retrieve him.

Visllu stares at Lean. "If I let you carry him, will you stop trying to attack my brother, and let us help you?" He glances at Fleujourn.

"I'm fine, Vis. He's just scared. He mean no harm." His eyes show how much it hurt, though.

Without waiting, Léan lunged forward and snatched his brother out of the stranger's arms, holding him close to him. He still looked hostile...but seemed better now that he had Archie in his arms. He stood there, quietly.

Visllu nods and leads them back to their 'base' of sorts. Which is just a small shack. He opens the door and allows Lean to go in first, keeping Fleujourn close to him.

Léan scuttled inside, holding Archie close to him. He felt no remorse about biting the boy.

Archie, on the other hand, felt terrible and wanted to use his healing abilities to heal it. But he couldn't with his brother being so possessive and protective.

Visllu glances at Lean as he shuts the door. "Do you mind taking his shirt off for me?" Fleujourn goes over to the cabinets and pulls out a large medicine box. He opens it quickly, silent.

Léan didn't move a muscle. He looked bitter as he set Archie down in a comfortable place, hovering over him like a protective parent.

Archie had other plans. He lifted his arm slightly to reach out to the younger stranger, hoping to gain his attention.

Fleujourn digs through the box and notices Archie. "Hm?" He keeps digging as he speaks.

Visllu sighs. "We need his shirt off to help him."

Archie kept reaching out to him, obviously wanting him to come closer. He glowered at Léan when he started to growl, and surprisingly, he shut up.

Fleujourn pushes the kit towards Visllu and goes over to Archie, tilting his head.

Visllu grunts and finds what they need. "Goodness, child. You need to be organized."

Though Léan seemed to be fuming, Archie gently grabbed his injured hand. A bright, silvery light surrounded it--it was cold--and then it faded. His hand was completely healed.

Fleujourn doesn't seem fazed. "Thank you." He then stares at Visllu, holding back a giggle. "Goodness? You sound like a black lady." Visllu snorts and tosses Fleujourn a bottle of cream and gauze. "Shut up and use that on him, will you?"

At once, Léan drapes himself over his brother, protectively. He doesn't want anyone touching him, and it seems Archie is too tired to retaliate to Léan's behavior.

Visllu rolls his eyes, looking frustrated. "Someone get his damn shirt off, so we can see what's wrong. Please and thank you." Fleujourn stares at him. "Deep breaths, brother. Chill out." He then tilts his head at Lean. "Will you take his shirt off for me, please?" He seems very child-like.

Léan did as asked, keeping a wary eye on both of them. There were cuts, bruises, and burns all over Archie's body, and they were revealed as Léan slid his shirt off.

Fleujourn hands Lean the cream. "Put that on all the cuts." Visllu just watches.

Léan did so, never taking his eyes off of them. He had studied it first, like it was poison, however.

Fleujorun waits for him to finish with the cream then hands Lean the gauze. "Wrap his cuts in that, but not too tight." Visllu gets up and goes to the kitchen.

Once again, Léan did so. He didn't look too happy about being near other people. Despite the sour look on his face, he, like his brother, was quite attractive nonetheless.

Fleujorun nods. He then scuttles off to the bathroom and shuts the door. Visllu stares at the shut door. "Well that's lovely. Journ! Come on..."

Léan held Archie to him, protectively. It looked like he hadn't slept in days...