Whumptober Day 21
that’s where the blood’s supposed to be
bleeding thru the bandages | pressure | blood-matted hair
fairy for your troubles - part 2
warnings: blood
note: do not expect this to be medically accurate because it will not be ;-;
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The next time Sheik awoke, they were alone in the house. Alone save for Link, who was so still, he could’ve been mistaken for a corpse if it weren’t for his shallow breathing. Impa had come home at some point before, and they told her all that had taken place, namely warning her about the newly freed spirit she’d long since sealed at the bottom of the well. It was urgent that she go to it as soon as she could, but she refused to leave until the horrid brush burn across Sheik’s back had been tended to and the hero was looked over. They fell asleep again after that. The exhaustion that came from something of an emotional toll was unmatched.
The chair next to the table was certainly not the most comfortable of places to fall asleep. Sheik sat upright and stretched themself out, wincing at the deep ache in their joints and the discomfort it caused on their torn up back. At least it was bandaged now, so they weren’t rubbing the open face of the wound against the chair anymore. Speaking of bandages, they stood from the chair to take a peek at the Hero of Time, who’d since become a good friend of theirs as they aided him in his journey.