Put back together

29. Stitch me up like a broken doll

Warning: Graphic description of stitches! Blood and pus!

When Roman woke up he had almost forgotten about the cut.
At least until he tried to sit up.
Pain shot through his arm and he swore.

"Are you alright?" Logan was next to him suddenly.

"Fine," he gritted out and took a look around.

Patton and Virgil were both asleep and the first light was creeping through the thick leaves mixing with the purple light of the lantern.

"Just hurt a little."

Logan still looked worried.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, just wasn't careful. Did anything happen tonight?"

"No attacks," Logan told him.

"No attacks doesn't mean nothing happened," Roman said with a raised eyebrow.
He noticed Logan glance over to Patton.

"Nothing bad happen."

"So, something good happened?"

Logan glanced at Patton again.

"Maybe."

Roman was starting to get annoyed.

"Are you gonna tell me or do you want me to keep guessing?" he huffed.

"I believe Patton should explain."

Roman frowned at the answer.
He wasn't a very patient person.

A soft groan made him look up. Virgil was sitting up.
That was good.
With his arm there was no way he would have been able to carry Virgil and Logan couldn't handle the weight for an entire day. Plus, it meant that they finally had actual directions again and someone who could fight, now that Roman couldn't. At least until the wound fully healed.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," he jokingly called.

Virgil jumped and whipped around, staring at him with wide eyes only to relax immediately when he realised that it was Roman.
He then looked around the clearing, somewhat confused.

"Where are we?" the mage asked and rubbed his head as if trying to soothe a headache. "What time is it?"

"It is morning and we ended up here after we crossed the bridge and attempted to go East," Logan quickly explained.

Virgil nodded slowly.

"I fucking hate hangovers," he mumbled to himself.

"What's a hangover?" Roman asked.

Virgil turned to look at him but his gaze stopped at the bloodied sleeve.

"What the hell happened?" he asked and Roman wasn't sure if he just imagined the worry laced in the words.

"Some creature with blades for arms attacked us. I cut its arm off and it cut mine," Roman shrugged and his arm stung a bit at the action.

A deep frown darkened Virgil's features and he crawled closer.

"Is it deep?"

"Kinda, but it could be a lot worse," Roman wasn't sure how to deal with this obvious display of concern from the mage. He had assumed that Virgil didn't like them.

"I cleaned it and bandaged it," Logan added.

"Is it a long cut?" Virgil asked again frowning at the bandages as if he hoping if he glared long enough they would grant his view of the wound hidden underneath.