Foolish men

Truthfully, adrenaline was the only thing holding him together at that point. The bandage had slipped through his paws, and landed forgotten on the floor. The room was empty, and then quite suddenly Gwyn was crouched down in front of him, pushing something against his chest. 


He looked down to find a mass of cloth against his chest. Hmm, it seemed he'd failed to bind it at all. He looked up, reminding himself that Gwyn was there. His plan had been to patch himself up, and head back out to retrieve his precious sword. But plans had a way of unravelling in the face of reality. He grinned at her. “You should see the other guy” he said, and promptly passed out