My father might show some concern if I had died, but he won’t so much as blink if he learns about a flesh wound. So stop worrying.
[Though most wouldn’t consider Rufus’ injury a mere flesh wound, that’s about as serious as he wishes to treat it for now. Stubbornness has him walking past Alec, back down the way they came, with the expectation that he follow.]
Come on.
[And to his credit, he moves without incident. Ignoring his shoulder, squeezing past the crowded alleyways and over fallen debris, Rufus’ gait is misleading — it implies that he might be just fine until they pick up the reward and that a little healing magic is all it’ll take to patch him up afterward, easy as you please.
It’s not until they’re a handful of yards away from the entrance gate — the two men still stationed there —that he has to stop, grimacing, the pain suddenly sharp and shooting. It feels like someone had flipped a switch, and whatever force was deadening his nerves up until now was banished. The soreness and pain seep in, envelop him, and he finds himself gripping his shoulder, stopping and leaning against the frame of an old, rusted car long abandoned.]
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[Though most wouldn’t consider Rufus’ injury a mere flesh wound, that’s about as serious as he wishes to treat it for now. Stubbornness has him walking past Alec, back down the way they came, with the expectation that he follow.]
Come on.
[And to his credit, he moves without incident. Ignoring his shoulder, squeezing past the crowded alleyways and over fallen debris, Rufus’ gait is misleading — it implies that he might be just fine until they pick up the reward and that a little healing magic is all it’ll take to patch him up afterward, easy as you please.
It’s not until they’re a handful of yards away from the entrance gate — the two men still stationed there —that he has to stop, grimacing, the pain suddenly sharp and shooting. It feels like someone had flipped a switch, and whatever force was deadening his nerves up until now was banished. The soreness and pain seep in, envelop him, and he finds himself gripping his shoulder, stopping and leaning against the frame of an old, rusted car long abandoned.]
Shit.