Neverland | 1.2

15. This Pan And That Pan

Windsor gazed sleepily around the room. Since the whole of the headquarters was underground, Windsor couldn't exactly guess what the time was. He knew Jean's watch had stopped working when they'd arrived, and he idly wondered if time even existed here at all. No, what was it Pan had said? It moves slower. Even if that was the case, they still had days and nights like regular people as far as Windsor had observed.

He went to roll over and a painful twinge went through his whole leg. Oh god, somehow he'd managed to forget about the whole 'hook to the foot' thing but now that he'd remembered he wished he hadn't. Windsor barely even wanted to look down at his foot, for fear of what he'd see. Would it all be gone? Shriveled and blackened like a dead thing? With a sigh Windsor lifted up the covers to reveal...a normal foot. The only abnormal thing about it was the bandage wrapped around it, but even that was clean as far as Windsor could see.

"Huh." He said to himself out loud.

"Huh is right." Croaked a voice from the corner.

Windsor just about jumped out of his skin.

"Pan?"

"The one and only." Pan sat up and coughed. "I'd run over and embrace you but I'm on strict orders of bedrest."

Windsor tried not to focus on the way Pan had said embrace and be more practical. (But really, Windsor thought that being stabbed in the back had made Pan's voice sound very hot. Which was, by the way, a totally objective observation.)

"Uh, where are we?" Windsor tried.

Pan laughed and then coughed. "What, doesn't it look like home sweet cave?"

"Er..."

"This is like our hospital room. It was piss poor in the early days considering none of us knew a thing about first aid. But then Mandy came and she'd been training to be a nurse, and she taught a couple of the others so now it's decent." Pan coughed again."Not quite up to stab wounds in the back decent, if it had been anyone but me they'd probably be dead right now."

"Oh." Said Windsor. That explained the smell of hard alcohol and linen coating the room.

"Don't worry, stab wounds to the foot they're very skilled at." Pan reassured him. "You'll be right as rain in no time. Might need a crutch for a bit though, it was a fairly deep wound from what I could see."

"How long..."

"It's been two days since we got back from Skull Rock. They had to clean your wound and things so you were under a pretty full dose of the sleepy-shit."

That meant it'd been three-ish days since Windsor had got here. And he'd already almost died like four times.

"Where do you guys even get sleepy shit?" Asked Windsor.

"The fae taught me a long time ago which flowers did what. I just taught some of the others what I knew." He explained simply.

That explained the leftover sleepiness Windsor was feeling. Must have been some strong berries.

"You seem, very relaxed for somebody who almost died." Windsor decided.