@hazbinbargainbin continued from: x
It’s more like a cry from a rabid animal to back off - but, seemingly, Angie’s never encountered one back in life.
A bit of a shame, really.
It hurts just as much as everything else - but with Angie grabbing him like that, Ang’s brain flips the switch from flight to fight, not seeming to notice how soft and squishy he is at the moment.
A full body bite across one of his arms, main fangs and all. Both of them.
God. Fucking damn it Angie.
Now he’s yowling, great work. He plants his left hand on Ang’s forehead before those fangs can even come loose of his upper right arm and shoves. Okay, that made it worse, fuck ow. A lower arm has managed to accomplish what he came to do, a syringe full of morphine jabbed into the broken arm’s elbow, thumb pressing the plunger down a bit too quickly, but he’s dosed Ang up.
He’s shoving himself away, clamping his left hand over the wound on his right arm and yowling, it feels likes he’s stuck a set of jumper cables to his tongue and cranked a car. His body tensing up and shaking, this was worse than the time he tried taking a shot of V’s cocktail in one arm and a tranq in the other. This was going to be hell. Oh, he’s burning, oh it hurts, but it also feels fucking great. Shit what was going on, did he need to do something? His arm is bleeding pretty bad. I should I should what do you do when there’s been a bite? You ya suck the venom out right?
He’s huddled up in the corner of Ang’s dressing room, staring over the tops of his knees at the still angry looking spider. His mouth suckling at the the wound on his right arm like a child sucks on an injury to get it to stop bleeding, or how a wounded animal might lick at a wound. He’s ignoring how his tongue starts to tingle immediately upon contact with the venom, this is fine.