Foolish men

Mercury woke sometime later, head pounding as he struggled to understand where he was. Hard floor was under the majority of him, except for his head, which was cushioned by a pillow. Stretching out didn’t yield many answers. Not immediately, at least. His chest and paw ached, but a dull sort of pain. One that told him herbs were at use, numbing what they could.

He got to his paws, slow and careful. Blinking in the dark until the familiar features of the infirmary jumped out at him. The boar… his sword! He jumped to his paws as if to hurry back out into the night. Only for pain to hobble him. He hopped back and forth, cursing under his breath as he waited for the throbbing to ease.

It took him a second to wonder why he was being quiet, and by the time the pain had eased back into something manageable, he realised he wasn’t alone. The scent of her identified her first, and her coat a moment later. The chief physician had stumbled upon him. He blushed scarlet, grateful to realise she was asleep when he thought of the state of her infirmary. She must have come in to the sight of him bleeding all over the place. One box of supplies a mess. How much stock had he destroyed? He looked around frantically, and found it tidied into a corner. He looked through, and made note of what herbs his blood had ruined. Promising silently to replace them. Limping a little, he made his way to the cot Gwyn had chosen. She had kicked her blanket off at some point, and he grabbed a corner with his teeth, dragging it over her.

"Mercury"