Waver sighs, relaxing a bit when Iskandar kisses him. His grip shifts, hand sliding down to curl around Iskandar's fingers instead of holding onto his wrist.
"What... happened? I remember Flat. He had... blood on him. I think I... attacked him."
It's shameful. The guilt is heavy in his eyes, searching Iskandar's face for reassurance. Flat had defended himself, but Waver knows he's stronger when influenced by the moons. Whatever Flat did in return to fend him off was deserved. He's in pain, but he's not complaining.
Waver wants to ask whose fault it was, but maybe that's the wrong question. It wasn't Flat's fault... and though he instinctively wants to blame himself, he tries to remember it's not his fault either. Whatever caused the mist -- and he'll find about the people who caused it being apprehended later -- that's what is to blame. He's just grateful that it wasn't worse.
"Yeah..." He sighs, squeezing Iskandar's hand in return and snuggling closer, despite movement being difficult.
Lucky and prepared. Without the amulet and the tracking spell, Iskandar would know that there is a problem but he couldn't have found Waver in time. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if that happened. Fortunately, it didn't.
He pulls Waver gently into his arms careful not to hurt his injured shoulder.
Waver's not very used to pain or discomfort like this. He's not a warrior, and has always preferred to spend his time indoors. But still, the pain is secondary to the relief.
It's over, and things haven't gone nearly as terribly as they could have. He has a lot to apologize for, probably. Flashes of memory are enough to know he's embarrassed himself and worse, but for now, he'll try not to dwell on any of that. There's nothing to be done at the moment.
Iskandar's arms around him are a welcome diversion. The closeness seems even to ease the pain somewhat, though whether it's a placebo effect or part of the Bond is unsure. Waver won't bother thinking about it.
"...okay," he mumbles in agreement, carefully curling up close.
He was told the first two days would be the worst. If Waver wouldn't develop a fever by then, all should be fine. For his question how would he know it's a fever when the boy's body temperature is always a little higher than the usual, Iskandar just got a shrug. You'd know - she said.
"I'm not going anywhere, dearest."
He leans down to kiss Waver on the forehead. No fever. As Lyssa predicted, Iskandar figured it out himself. He knows how his boy feels when he's healthy. He would notice the difference. Right know, he's not sick. Just in pain and still very, very tired.
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Waver sighs, relaxing a bit when Iskandar kisses him. His grip shifts, hand sliding down to curl around Iskandar's fingers instead of holding onto his wrist.
"What... happened? I remember Flat. He had... blood on him. I think I... attacked him."
It's shameful. The guilt is heavy in his eyes, searching Iskandar's face for reassurance. Flat had defended himself, but Waver knows he's stronger when influenced by the moons. Whatever Flat did in return to fend him off was deserved. He's in pain, but he's not complaining.
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"I haven't seen the beginning of it but you were both not in your right minds when I arrived. I'm not sure he even recognized you then."
As much as he wants to comfort Waver, he's not going to lie. It won't help.
"Flat stabbed you. Twice. That is what I saw. You were rolling around like two hyperactive kittens, I had to separate you by force."
But he can spare him the actual details who did what. The nightmare is over and whatever wounds they have inflicted on themselves would heal.
"When he woke up, and he did wake up before I got him to the healer, the mist's influence was all gone. He will be fine."
Iskandar gives Waver's finger a gentle squeeze.
"Don't think about it too much now, dearest. We can both go check on him when you get better."
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"Yeah..." He sighs, squeezing Iskandar's hand in return and snuggling closer, despite movement being difficult.
"I'm glad you were there."
They'd gotten very lucky.
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"So am I, dearest boy, so am I."
Lucky and prepared. Without the amulet and the tracking spell, Iskandar would know that there is a problem but he couldn't have found Waver in time. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if that happened. Fortunately, it didn't.
He pulls Waver gently into his arms careful not to hurt his injured shoulder.
"All is fine now, you just need to rest."
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It's over, and things haven't gone nearly as terribly as they could have. He has a lot to apologize for, probably. Flashes of memory are enough to know he's embarrassed himself and worse, but for now, he'll try not to dwell on any of that. There's nothing to be done at the moment.
Iskandar's arms around him are a welcome diversion. The closeness seems even to ease the pain somewhat, though whether it's a placebo effect or part of the Bond is unsure. Waver won't bother thinking about it.
"...okay," he mumbles in agreement, carefully curling up close.
"Stay with me."
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"I'm not going anywhere, dearest."
He leans down to kiss Waver on the forehead. No fever. As Lyssa predicted, Iskandar figured it out himself. He knows how his boy feels when he's healthy. He would notice the difference. Right know, he's not sick. Just in pain and still very, very tired.
"Sleep, it will help."
They can try eating later.