Several hours later, Maxine was wrapping her brother's wounds with strips of the bed sheet, Maxwell has loss consciousness, due the blood loss. Maxine did her best to clean off the wounds, her own injuries not concerning her at the moment.
Though she knew why, Maxine still couldn't believe that her own father would beat his son. Sighing Maxine continues to wrap the strips of cloth around her brother's torso, they had to escape, there was no question about it, they had to.
Maxine carefully tied the end of her makeshift bandage down, stood up, and walked over to the bathroom to wash her hands. she washed the area on her neck where the snake-creature had bitten her.
It kind of bothered her, hoe Maxwell couldn't control the creature, if he was a so-called dark-type, then he should have been able to, that just didn't make sense.
Maxine walked back over, and sat on the bed, she called a creature from her glove, and began stroking it's fur. It was a light blue mouse, called a Aigua Ratolí, Maxine couldn't explain why, (simply because she never thought about it), but water always had a calming effect on her, she could be as anxious as heck, and water would calm her down.
"You wouldn't happen to know how to escape here? Would you?" Maxine asked her little mouse-creature.
It didn't reply, only stared at her.
"Yeah, I thought as much."
Maxine continued petting her creature, occasionally glancing at her brother, she silently prayed that their father hadn't gone too far this time.
How had Maxwell been able to put up with the torture throughout the years?
Because he had been lied to, that's why...
The creature hopped out of Maxine's hands, and scampered over to Maxwell's body. It climbed on his bandaged torso, under the bandages, and...
Maxine had no idea what it was doing, so she climbed off the bed, knelt by her brother's side, and began unwrapping the bandages to remove the little blue mouse.
It was licking his cuts.
"Oh, that's gross. come here."
Maxine was about to take the creature off her brother, when she noticed that wherever her creature licked, the wound was healing.
"What?" Maxine peered closer, and noticed that not only were the fresh cuts healing, but also the older scars.
The creature finished what it was doing several minutes later, and hopped off Maxwell, scampering back to Maxine's arms.
"Okay, let's wash you." Maxine stood back up, and carried her creature to the sink, she began washing the blood from it's fur, the little mouse squirming, trying to get away.
"Oh, hold still, you want to be clean, don't you?"
Several minutes later, once the creature was finally clean, Maxine let it scamper around the room, and tended to her brother.
"I never knew Water-types could do that." she muttered.
Maxwell's eyes fluttered open, and he sat up, staring at his bare chest.
"What the hell?" he mumbled, completely amazed that the scars were gone.
"Yeah, my mousy did that." Maxine replied.
"My Aigua Ratolí, it licked your cuts, and healed them."
"That's what I said."