Acts of Redemption

Fix it up, Make it stop.

Purple landed on the front of another tower, if he was being sincere, flying from tower to tower was getting exhausting, and dealing with a bunch of idiots all day piled up to it.

He was tired and stressed, his leg hurt so bad it would bring stars to his vision every time a slight breeze hit it. He just wanted to curl up in a corner and cry.

But as expected, he suck it up, taking a deep breath before going up the stairs once more.

The single brute who was up there seemed bored and tired, arms crossed when Purple pass by, the place was silent. Maybe Red was asleep, and Purple could just skip the conversation entirely.

He walked up to the cage, watching his prisoner for a moment.

Red always been more calm than Green, at least from what Purple could interpret by the little time they spent together. He was just laying in the concrete, looking up at the ceiling with his hand close to the bars. It took a moment for Red to even notice him there, he looked pale and a bit tired.

─ You don't look so good.─Purple said for a matter of fact. Red just gave a weak chuckle.

─ I hit my head pretty hard on the way down. Will be fine.─ He looked back at the ceiling. ─ How are you doing, Purple?─

That took Purple aback, he didn't expect rudeness from Red, but that apathetic demeanor gave him the chills.

─ I'm fine. I'm just here to check on you... But I don't think I needed...─

Red made a effort to roll on his stomach, looking up at Purple from the ground. ─ How is everyone?... did everyone woke up?─

For some reason, that question stirred something inside of him for a brief moment. ─ They are fine...─ He muttered, was he ashamed of his plan? No of course not.

─ OK... In this situation... I'm glad they are at least OK. ─ Red slowly sat up, stopping for a moment to stare at the floor, as if riding it out a wave of nausea.

Purple felt uncomfortable, he wanted to leave him, maybe he would die without needing to starve anyway.

─ That looks nasty...─ Purple snapped out of his head with the comment, following the Red stickfigure's line of sight back to his wounded leg, the bleeding had started again, and it was slowly going down his ankle. ─ It's... it's not important...─

─ You're going to get a infection from that...─ Red sighed, looking around for a moment. ─ Right by that brute on the door... My bag is there... ─

Purple looked at him confused for a moment.

─ Grab the bag, Purple... I have some supplies, you can clean yourself with it...─

Purple was a bit taken aback again, but awkwardly half walked, half hopped to the brute at the door, there was in fact a red bag on the corner, the weapons had been removed but the supplies were still there.

He grabbed it and took it back to the corridor, close to the torch to illuminate what he was doing.
Red seemed pleased enough to not comment, he laid his head on the cold floor, watching as Purple looked through his items.

There was some bandages, a sewing kit, sutures, higienic tissues, a bottle of alcohol and in the very bottom, a picture of the stickfigures together.

The purple stickfigure frowned at the picture, they all seemed happy, hugging each other close so all could fit in the frame with Second Coming holding the came in a selfie style.

Purple wanted to rip it apart, to burn it, to destroy it, to hold it so tight it would pulverize. But he slowly put it back into the bag and prepared to start cleaning his own wound.
Sitting down by the torch, he started with the alcohol, opening the lid with a pop before pouring it into his wounded leg.