The Archers Mark (on hold)

The Tavern part 2

Star's pov. After Marco left the bar.

I trudged up the path as the sun had set clean out of the sky and candles and lights started to leave the windows as I walked/drug my body towards the Tavern, I noticed how my bow no longer was hard and covered with my Haki, the walk had tired me, plus blood loss. Despite the salt soaking up the blood I was still bleeding and believe I have glass under my shoulder blade.

Anyway I saw the sign and smiled I continued to drag my bow across the stone hearing it scrap against every rock in the path. I gasped as I took the final couple steps to the wooden porch that was built (Like an old western) and tried to push the grated doors apart when I felt them fail to budge.

I pushed again and cursed being able to see inside that no one was in there. I looked around in wonder. 

Among the buildings and stone pathways the Moon shone brightly causing me to stare.

 I then walked out in the middle of the path to stare at the moon and followed it down to the sea where it bounced over the waves glowing on the very edge of the world. The waves where peaceful, The pillars and the large oak tree where peaceful, The bright burning fire on the beach peac.... "wait the fuck!?" I yelled looking at the red orangish glow in the distance. I looked around "Mother fucker they're having a party? Who sectioned that shit? Who's gonna stop them? if I don't my ass'll be on the line." I stated to myself losing myself in thought.

"Why are you cursing this time at night?" I heard a low stern voice ask. I being susceptible to jump scares jumped high and flung my bow at the voice. 

"What the hell!" I yelled. Then regretted moving my body at all and cried out in pain not willing to hold in the tears anymore. I felt a comforting arm warp around my shoulders and felt as if I was being pulled up the steps of the Tavern, I looked at the person and saw it was none other than my one armed sister in arms. 

She frowned and pulled me all the way passed the bar and passed the brown curtain that blended very well with the wall. She drug my now no longer willing to work legs and grunted as she tossed me back first on the cot. I yelled my pain and rolled over falling on to the ground with a heavy thud and moaning "Shit!" I laid there in immense pain feeling tears pour down my face as she took my armor that I had somehow managed to put on. 

It didn't help the pain in fact it worsened it, the armor was tight and squeezed the open wounds rims and the salt had acted like a scratchy body lotion, so when my sister un hooked my cloak and opened my armor from the sides forcing it up and over my head (causing me to moan as I was complying by lifting up my arms still laying face first on the ground as she did so) the skin or what was left had blood mixed with salt smeared all over my back. She gasped and throw the golden plate to the side hitting a few pots. "Hmm" she mumbled. I groaned my reply "Mhhhhh" I sated.

Then I tried to pick myself up as she pushed me back down. At first I had my armor on so my DD cups where safe but when they got forced to the ground it hurt worse than my back being spilt open. Plus I don't think she cleaned down here. 

"Do you clean?" I asked softly looking at the dirt on the floor with wide eyes, I suddenly don't hurt anymore I can get off this floor. But she held me down applying pressure with her arms against my back "Shush don't move this is bad, last month's stiches reopened, have you been using the lotion I made for you?" She asked getting up and walking over to a shelf.

I stared at a speck of dust and exhaled trying to "Pomfph" it away. "Um between sleeping training and eating I have zero time." I stated honestly. "Also can I have a pillow for my face?" I asked. 

She smiled and said "sure thing sis." Sarcastically (She knew I hated being called sis). I closed my eyes and felt her drop the pillow on my ass. I growled "That's not my face."