Untitled by Rurik

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa Rheaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I did it wroooooooooong help"
Ffjkdlsa shit, what did he do now? Rhea fumbled groggily out of her chair. She really needed to get some sleep; it had been a hell of a week. She wanted her nice, warm bed, but it was occupied by sudden angel-flesh. Damnable hospitable spirit.
"Okay, Buwaro, what did you do now?" Rhea barked. Buwaro ran into the room and placed a bleeding stump in her face.
"Rheahalpicutmythumboffhalp"
"You WHAT you CUT YOUR THUMB OFF??? What the fuck is this shit HOW DID YOU CUT YOUR THUMB OFF?!"
"I was making brownies to surprise everyone and I was cutting them and I cut my thumb off by accident. Rhea do you have any tape?"
"TAPE won't work, dumbass. God damn it need medical attention. Fuck fuck fuck." Rhea sighed. What were they going to do? They couldn't exactly go to the hospital. She was an ornery undead bitch, and Buwaro was a demon. Even if they didn't try to burn him alive, would they even know how to help? What are demons' anatomies like? Rhea shook her head. Now wasn't the time to ponder biology. Buwaro sat crumpled before her, tears streaming down his face. She put her hand no his shoulder. "Hey, Buwaro, don't cry. It'll be alright." She took a step back. "I'll be right back, okay?"

She popped quietly into her room, not wanting to wake her guest. Kieri had been pretty freaked out, and it had taken a lot of effort to calm her down. No need to scare her any more than need-be. Carefully, she shook the angel's shoulder.
"Hey. Hey. Hey, wake up. Wake up, need to tell you something." Kieri bolted upright, as if terrified, but calmed down when she recognized Rhea. She pulled the blanket up to her shoulders. "Okay. Look, Buwaro managed to cut his thumb off. No fucking joke. I need to take him out to the hospital. We'll be back whenever, okay?" Kieri nodded numbly. Rhea headed back to the door, and was halfway out before Kieri spoke up. "W-wait."
"I... I know s-some magic. I could try to h-help him."
"Wow, really? Shit, that's great!" Rhea suddenly felt deep respect for dues ex machine. They wouldn't have to risk the hospital! This was fantastic! "Well, come on, Buwaro's in the kitchen. Man, you angels are full of surprises."

Kieri and Rhea entered the kitchen softly, Buwaro curled up against the counter, whimpering. He seemed to have stopped crying, but now he was just looking at his thumb, held daintily between two fingers. It was kind of creepy.
"Okay, Buwaro? Kieri says she can help you. Uh, do you need him to do anything?"
"U-um, yeah, hold the thumb next to thec stump. Okay now, uh, here goes nothing." Kieri took a deep breath, and focused on Buwaro's hand. "I cast Magic Missile!" A bolt of energy erupted towards Buwaro's hand, sending the thumb flying. Rhea grabbed Kieri by the shoulders. "What the fuck was that?! MAGIC MISSILE??? That's an ATTACK spell why would you cast it on his hand??"
"I-I-I panicked! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!"
"Oh wow, pretty." The womens looked down at Buwaro, whose hand was now spewing copious amounts of rainbows. It would have been beautiful if it weren't for the fact that it was probably killing him. Kieri started to freak out. "Oh no I killed him I killed your friend! I'm a bad person what's wrong with me why can't I do anything right???" She began to run around the kitchen, arms flailing like noodles.
"No- Kieri, don't- THAT ISN'T HELPING!" Rhea put her hands in her head. She could really use some damn sleep. She groaned, and started pulling her hair. She perked up at Buwaro's voice.
"Rhea, it's okay, I made it better!" She looked down at his hand, where he had tied some sticks and some cotton into a makeshift thumb. Rainbows still leaked out from the edges. "Okay, now who wants brownies!" "Mmm. These are really good. But Buwaro, what's this sauce? Cherry syrup?" Rhea looked at Kieri with a dead look on her face. She opened her mouth to say something, but decided better of it. She just curled up into a little ball on the floor and got some God damn sleep.