Who: Ursus and Wind Dancer What: A talk after this When: Monday evening (back dated) Where: Their room Warnings: Cussing
By the time Lucien reached the room he shared with Fia, the pain in his hand was intense enough to make him a bit worried. Not only his fingers felt disjointed and swollen but his wrist was quickly swelling and the throb radiated out making him feel a bit woozy. His healing factor was pretty good but even still, he must have hit a stud or something because his hand was really fucked up.
Still, he was not going to see a doctor about this. A couple of aspirin and he'd be fine.
Somehow he managed to open the door with his left hand and headed straight to the first aid kit Fia kept handy. She also kept two backpacks of rations and a change of clothes for them both with the kit just in case. Lucien hadn't asked the specifics behind her thinking because he understood her past and that sometimes you just needed to leave in a hurry.
Grumbling and cursing softly to himself, he opened the kit and pulled out the ace bandage but realized he would need help with this. "Fuck fuck FUCK!" Frustration with Bernard, guilt, and hurt made him want to plow his hand back into the wall but given the limp way it hung and the amount of pain he was in, he found restraint in himself to not beat himself up any more than he or Bernard already had.
Sitting on his bed, he put his head in his free hand and fought with himself to not give in to the boiling pot of emotions bubbling and screaming inside him.