« I bandaged you up while you were out and… this isn’t the first time you’ve been hurt this bad, is it? » (Antoine ~)
[angsty injury]
Joseph woken up in a clinic. Waiting room? It wasn't his home, and it wasn't Antoine's as far as he could tell. It had taken only a minute for him to fully wake up and realize who was there, and who had helped him.
Not that he appreciated needing such help again.
Perhaps he should create some magic nurse beings to follow him around.
Joseph wasn't about to respond to that until Antoine asked if he'd been hurt before. He reached up toward his neck where someone had slung a noose around his neck, trying to choke him. No doubt Antoine had seen the marks caused by it.
He looked to the rest of his body. He'd been stripped of most of his clothing. And while it wasn't exactly unexpected, he still didn't feel the most comfortable being disrobed by Antoine-presumably-while unconscious. But given how many bandages he had, how many stab wounds he'd gotten, Joseph couldn't deny it was necessary. Hell, even his wings had been torn up.
He lowered a hand to look at. Black and burnt, like other parts of his body. Had he...?
When he'd left that meeting, he'd had a thrall nearby... He remembered the attack. He remembered fighting, and having to use his holy magic to get the others away from him. And commanding someone to get him back home. He remembered being carried.
He would need to ask that thrall what really happened.
Joseph looked back to Antoine. For a moment, he couldn't help thinking about the times people he loved, people he'd cared about tried to... earn their place in the history books.
Then the look in his eyes hardened. A little defensively, "What is it to you whether or not I have? Do you really think an old vampire hasn't had their life attempted on at least once?"