InsaneJournal

It had been a very confusing day for the young werewolf, who wasn't quite sure exactly what was going on. He'd arrived in this strange.. prison town, and he'd met a very nice young woman-- two of them, in fact.. one of which had originally planned on killing him, but now apparently was going to let him go. Then he'd come back to meet with the first young woman and her.. father? He must have been her father. He seemed protective of her.. and he had slept with them, in the museum, that night. He wasn't exactly accustomed to sleeping on the floor, on sheets, but he had done well enough for himself, considering the amount of pain he was in. But he hadn't shown a bit of discomfort and had been gracious and thankful for what he'd been offered. It was better than sleeping outside. The man-- The Doctor, his name was (but a Doctor of what?)-- had looked at him with some concern but hadn't remarked on his injured status and had only told him that it was best they all sleep and converse in the morning.

Remus had been happy to follow that order, and had ended up sleeping under the same sheet with Rose (though he'd blushed for the first ten minutes) and had fallen asleep quite quickly, and slept quite soundly. it was a testament to how tired he really was. And during the night, he'd cuddled up.

But come morning, the boy had woken up in more pain than he'd fallen asleep in, and when he'd sat up, he'd realized that his shirt was stained with red (he'd moved around too much and had once again pulled at the scabs on his chest), and that he'd stained the sheets, as well. His pants, likewise, had a few stripes of red and his hand had bled through the fresh gauze there. His cheek, however, had only a bit of blood staining the very center of the gauze, and had clearly not been very disturbed. So immediately upon finding out what a mess he'd made, he was climbing carefully to his feet and surveying the damage, before lifting hazel eyes to the Doctor, who was already sitting up and awake, having watched the scene unfold in front of him. Remus felt instantly ashamed, though he didn't know why, exactly, and was looking back down at Rose, who surely would have been awoken by his sudden movements. She, too, would have some of that blood on him, but not too much. There wasn't terribly a lot to begin with, but certainly enough that it had raised a concern with the young man doing the bleeding.

"I'm sorry." He apologized quickly, a hand lifting to pluck his shirt away from his chest, but it stuck, the dried blood having fused it to the injury during the wee hours of morning. Oh, great. That was going to hurt later. "I'm so sorry." He apologized again.