I have no idea what to put here as a title so I'll just say that @miniscrew-anon inspired me to write a continuation of one of their febuwhump prompt fills and ended up with just shy of 500 words about Champion and the other two Guard Boys waiting around just after the little altercation at the hospital when he first woke up.
enjoy 👀
characters of course belong to @st0rmyskies
Champion studies himself in the hospital bathroom's mirror.
They'd be waiting on clearance to go home for a little while longer, given the… drastic effect of his head injury, so in the meantime, the three former royal guardsmen had a room to themselves.
Champion runs a thoughtful finger down the side of his cheek, before rolling his jaw to watch and feel the scarred skin shift.
"What happened to me?" He reaches up to rub a thumb over his ear, and notes the heart shaped stud in the shell that he doesn't remember getting. It wasn't new.
Sky purses his lips for a beat.
"It's… It's a long story. But the scar is from someone that's not a problem anymore."
Champion's hands return to the edge of the sink to lean on it, turning his head this way and that to see and feel again how the scarred skin looks and feels. His expression seems only curious.
They'd better not be a problem anymore.
"Why was everyone calling me Wild?"
"That was your nickname. After the accident, you lost your memory and before today, it was like you were a different person. Someone called him Wild Man at some point and he decided he liked it, I guess."
"You remember the accident, right Champion?" Warriors pipes up from the corner.
Champion squints at his reflection, shoulders tensed just slightly.
"Some. I remember things going wrong, I think an ambulance, but not a lot." He eyes the rest of himself up and down, bandages and scars and all.
"How long ago was it?" Champion rubs his side, feeling some of his older scars through the fabric. And some newer. Places where he remembered searing pain before he passed out the first time.
"A little less than two years." Sky's answer is maybe quicker than it should have been, he'd done the calculations enough times.
Champion gives him a quick, thoughtful hum. His hand lingers on his ribs, breathing in deeply to feel how the skin flexes below his shirt, and testing how painful the bruising really was beneath it. His pain tolerance had always been high, but it wasn't as if he couldn't feel it at all.
"What's the facial scar?"
Sky pauses again.
"It's…" his stomach works itself into a knot thinking about that night, "There was a fight, and someone held your head to a stove burner…" Sky sucks half a breath through his teeth with a grimace.
Champion is silent for another beat as his eyes are fixed on the mirror. Watching the reflection of himself and the space behind him in equal measure.
He makes another affirmative hum, and rolls his neck with several audible clicks before turning to rest against the tiny bathroom counter with crossed arms.
“Well, at least I’m not dead,” he says plainly, and maybe there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lip.
