An Angel of Mercy [Healing Camp]

The brute was bleeding freely from his face and the soreness from the bruising to his right shoulder was setting in. There were deep puncture wounds upon his left cheek, tears made from the Talis wolf’s fangs that were a quarter inch deep… but the worst loss was his left eye. It had been pierced, and the brute wondered as he kept it firmly shut if he would ever see out of it again. Who was he to complain about lack of sight though? He still had his right eye whereas his poor mate, his poor Kalliope, had never had any. Sure Castiel had tried to not focus on that, not wanting to make his beloved feel conscious about her disability… but this was something that had him thinking…  he might need her advice to get used to being blind on one side… and a lot of training.

Castiel felt horribly old too… and like he hadn’t done enough for Celestial. Limping away from the battlefield bleeding… it injured his pride more than his body. He was supposed to be a protector of his family… Hell, he’d been failing that for a while now, hadn’t he? Not only did he fail at his fight in the raid but both of his sons were missing and… Cas heaved a sigh. No, he chided himself, he couldn’t do this. He had to be strong for Kalli and Etain… he had to be there for them as they were there for him. Together they were going to make it through this...

His single golden orb fell on the closest of the healers as he continued to limp along; Solveiga. Near her was Paladin… and Castiel wore a furrowed brow and frown as he approached the two of them. He said nothing for now, sitting a short distance away from the two. He didn’t want to ask for help, though he needed it. What troubled him, he realized as he looked around, was that Kalli wasn’t there. Hopefully she was still with Etain… somewhere safe. Finally he let out another sigh, gaze returning to the healers to utter a single word; “Sorry…”