Ari hadn’t left the bed since Friday night, when he decided he would keep the bar closed. Sleep didn’t come easy because it seemed he couldn’t go two seconds without coughing up blood, or feeling blood leaking from his nose or down his face from his tear ducts. Two things were constantly in mind; Where was Alden? And he really needed a shower. Each time he tried to open his eyes, his face pounded, coupled with the already burning feeling. Had it not been for the one under his care, he would have wished for the inevitable death long ago, but he was trying to hold on with the hope that the wolf healing would kick in and he’d get better. That they both would.
Finally he had a moment where he wasn’t coughing up anything, even if blood was still seeping from elsewhere, and rest actually seemed reachable. He groaned as he attempted to move, laying in the one position for far too long, and as he got somewhat comfortable in another, he could have swore he heard a sound. “Alden?”, he managed, wondering how the hell his wolf had any strength to even be up from bed. “Come here... I want you close.” Because if he really was dying, he didn’t want to do it laying there alone. Little did he know though that it wasn’t the younger wolf, but a hunter who managed to slip into his home with his weapons ready for striking. Creeping into the room.