Who: Steve and Peggy, open to Mouse What: Steve's home Where: Cottage When: Mid-morning, 22nd (backdate) Rating: Bloody, possible naughty words Status: Closed, ongoing
Steve was limping. He wasn't exactly sure what was wrong with his ankle but it hurt like hell. He was also shirtless, half the fabric tied around one shoulder as a sling, keeping his wrist close to his body. It was splinted by a thick branch and his shoelaces but he was fairly certain the bone would need to be set. The other half of the shirt tied tightly around one thigh, blood quickly soaking the fabric from three deep, rough gashes. There was a matching set of wounds on his lower back and side but they were much shallower and already starting to heal.
He tried to be quiet as he entered the dark garden, knowing that, even if it was dark, it was close to naptime, and the last people he wanted to see him this way were the babies. He walked around the back of the house, going to the kitchen door, opening it with a soft groan. He made it just inside before collapsing on the bench just inside, usually used to take off their boots. He tried to do just that, toeing off the first one easily but his other leg not listening quite as well. He swore under his breath, leaning back in to the wall with a labored breath and another soft groan.