Who: Red -> Will What: Crossing back with an injury (short narrative) Where: Fairy Tales Door ->Passages When: A few hours after this Warnings/Rating: Talk of ouch
Red had not woken for the rest of the trek to the inn, nor when the Huntsman settled her into a room there in exchange for the rabbits he'd brought in. She could not yell at him for putting her in his debt. She could not yell at him for taking care of her, coddling her, treating her as something vulnerable. Instead, she simply slept, unaware of the world around her. She rarely allowed herself such deep rest, and had she been able to answer any questions in that moment, she would not have been able to remember when she had last slept so deeply.
Through Red's injury and the subsequent treatment from the Huntsman, Will had been the sort of detached aware that he always was on the other side. But when Red was asleep he had trouble being aware of much other than her dreams. When their time through the door ticked to an end, the hotel dumped Will back in the hallway, stumbling with disorientation until he could find his feet. His entire left arm throbbed with pain, and even the gentle rub of fabric against skin was almost excruciating. He could tell even without looking that he needed more medical attention that simply a hot blade in the middle of a fairy tale forest. Shuffling to the closest chair he could find, he opened his journal.