Even more writing

Blarrrg, more writing I did a while. It’s still a continuation of the other writhing I’ve posted so yeah

Gray didn't even realize how long he was staring before a slight noise from the cryptid snapped him out of his trance. 

“O-Oh right. H-hold on..” Gray still felt so strangely about how he had been causally just talking to this thing, but tried not to think about it, “...Could you back up, you're really close.” He said awkwardly.

The Cryptid looked at him confused, Gray tried to phrase it another way. 

“Umm…Move? salir del camino?...you probably don't know Spanish..” The creature continued to look at him confused as he tried to think of a phrase it might know. “Uh…Maybe…”

Gray then put up his hands and made a pushing motion, trying not to actually touch the Creature. It seems like the thing had finally understood, and had backed up to give some room, careful not to let any wind slip in through the wings. 

Gray then picked up the medical supplies that had been left on the floor and then looked at the wound to see what he could do. The wound was very clear, a fist sized hole clearly visible in the creature's side. While the hole didn't go all the way through, it's clear that whatever made the wound had shot through the air and hit its side. With how much the wound was still bleeding, it's likely that whatever hit the thing was hastily pulled out without much thought. 

Must have panicked when it got hit, Gray thought, Must have gotten out without thinking about it.

Gray stopped himself briefly, thinking about how strange that thought was. He shook his head at the thought, This thing is a wild cryptid from the mountains, there's no way it would know how to treat a wound on its own. It probably doesn't even know what's going on right now. He looked back to face the creature, thinking more deeply about the intelligence of this thing in front of him. It understood him, or at least it understood certain words, so is it so strange to think that this thing was more advanced than he thought? 

He once again pushed away those thoughts to the back of his mind, focusing more on the wound in front of him. He grabbed a cup of water that he had filled while he was in the bathroom and poured the water on the wound. The Thing in front of him growled and hissed at the sudden sensation to the still painful wound, but did not make any moves to hurt Gray, or to even push him away. Because of the lack of swinging at him, Gray continued. He had dabbed the rag on the wound, trying to clean off any blood. He looked over at the First Aid Antibiotic Ointment sitting on the floor, then grabbing it and putting some on a clean rag.

“Uh…” he fumbled with his words a bit, feeling a bit awkward. 

“This might hurt. Please don't eat me.” he pleaded, a bit pathetically. 

The creature looked at him intently before emitting a soft sound, as if confirming that it heard him. 

He tried not to think about the interaction that he just had with the thing in front of him and instead pushed the rag into the wound, rubbing the Ointment into it. The Cryptid let out a loud growl and flinched, but then tried to stay as still as possible. 

“O-ok..Thanks for not eating me.” Gray said, laughing a bit under his breath. 

After he applies the Ointment, he grabs the bandages from the First aid and covers the wound. When he finishes, he scoots back, trying not to get too close to the fire behind him. The thing in front of him looks down at the bandages around its side, ghosting a hand over where it was hit. Gray watched the cryptid quietly, questioning if this was all just a strange dream. He pinches himself and winces. 

Nope, still real.