"Alexei!" She snapped at him as she bent down taking care of his wound. "You shouldn't of done something to dangerous. It would of been okay if I got hit.." She mumbled the last part. Shinja didn't want to see him hurt because of her.
My muse just did something stupid that almost got them killed. Yell at them.
“I’ll be fine.”
His voice was hoarse, thick tones stuffed by the pain and emotion clearly held back through gritted teeth. Attempting to seem stronger than he was at this moment in time, pulling himself up. The stubbornness to him, pride, not wishing for her to see him give up. A long gash across his brow, starting at his temple and going to his nose, blood dripping down his cheeks. “It will take more than that to keep me off my feet.”
But not much more.
The thought is carefully found, and he makes a note to attempt getting more nutrients that he can keep down in his daily life. Of course it would be rather difficult, but he would keep moving. “Come along,” his hand was gentle, offered with a lopsided, awkward smile. “Before more of them come along, we should get somewhere to hide.” Then he could take better care of himself.
Check out the wounds, old and new, reopened and fresh, it would all have to wait until then. He simply hoped that, by the time that Shinja and he got there, that she would not think any little of him for this situation.
