Foolish men

He grimaced, but didn’t disagree with her. Knowing he was getting off light being allowed free of her clutches while barely on his paws. He took the medicine with barely an expression, despite its taste and placed himself into a position where she could check his wounds more easily. He watched silently as she put the pain meds back, and unwound his bandage. Once the gash was exposed he spoke. “Think I’ll live, doc?” He asked, voice serious so you could almost miss the tease in the question.

It was sobering to hear how lucky he was. He knew all too well the damage a puncture to an organ could be. It would have been a slow death on the way back to the Hallows. Instead of finding him in the infirmary, a scout would have found his body out in the cold.

She stitched him up with a well practised paw. He hadn’t needed her administrating much since coming to the Armada, but he well remembered her professional care. He started to ease himself off the coat when she dropped a light bomb on his lamp. Insisting she accompany him to where he dropped his sword. “I’m not sure that's a good idea, I caught the scent of more than one boar. If something happened to you, your brother would never forgive me…”

"Mercury"