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Pico quietly cursed under his breath as he looked up at the bed from where he was crouched.
The plan had been to come back to base(which was really just Skid’s house, god bless Lila and her generosity for letting them stay there with her and the kids) and take a well deserved nap.
Keyword “had been”.
Now, while Whitty sat in Skid's room to watch Pump, Skid sat on the edge of his mother's bed with tears in his eyes again. Pico had forgotten Skid’s legs were still corrupted, which meant that he must have one of those parasites on him somewhere. Most likely form when Pump was corrupted.
And while Pico had found it attached to his ankle, he just needed to figure out how to get it off.
Because apparently, according to Skid’s reaction to every time he tried to pull it off, it hurt like a bitch.
“Skid, I need to get it off, kiddo. I know it hurts.” Pico tried to comfort, though it wasn’t really his strong suit.
The boy nodded and tried to not jerk his leg back for the tenth time that hour.
Seeing as pulling it off wasn’t getting him anywhere, Pico looked at Lila. “Hey Lila, could ya distract him? I’m gonna try my knife.” He asked quietly, the mother, though she definitely looked concerned at the fact that he was using a knife, nodded.
Getting the blade out, he gently placed the flat end against Skid’s ankle, the sharp end against the parasite’s head where it was attached at.
Maybe this was like getting off a very...very...stubborn tick.
Skid let out a pained yelp, jerking his leg back. He looked at his ankle to see the same splatter like pattern and blood dribbling down his ankle. Looking back at Pico, the ginger gave a tired smile and held up the parasite.
“Got it, kiddo.”
Okay, after he cleaned up Skid, it was definitely naptime.