Foolish men

Why was sleep always so difficult? No, she knew the answer to that question, even if she didn't want to admit it. She had grown so used to sleeping next to Ysmir that even though it had been a couple of seasons since they went their separate ways it still felt lonely most nights. After attempting to sleep for a couple of hours she sighed and got up, giving her fur a shake before she slipped quietly out of her room and started making her way down to the infirmary. More often than not these days she ended up working late into the night and then falling asleep on one of the cots in the infirmary. There was no bitterness or issue for her living this way, but it did mean that her work had become the focus of her life again for better or worse.

She hadn't expected anyone to be down here this time of night so when she got to the bottom of the stairs and she noticed the drops and smears of blood she was immediately on alert. She began to follow the trail, her steps growing more hurried as she realized that it was leading her toward the infirmary. By the time she reached the infirmary door that had already been pushed open she was nearly running to see what was going on. Her mint and lavender gaze landed on Mercury's dark form slumped on the floor near where she kept the pack's supplies and she gasped, hurrying over to him. "Mercury!" She quickly got him rolled onto his side so she could see where the blood was coming from, reaching up to grab a couple cloths from the shelves above to press onto the wound she found on his chest to slow the bleeding.

"Gwynevere Carpathius"