( @ritvikchopra )
if atticus had his way, if the universe was on his side, he would stay put in his tiny little sleeping quarters and refuse to seek any sort of help. but the skin around the scrape on his side had begun to grow somewhat inflamed and if he left it any longer, he knew he’d probably succumb to infection or something and then turn in the middle of the night. and as much as he refused to let any of the group close, he wouldn’t do that to them. he couldn’t be the reason more people died. even if he wasn’t aware of being that reason.
he tugged himself free of the blankets he had curled up within and forced himself up. it had been a rookie mistake when the small injury had happened ( though he wasn’t much of a professional either ). he had been climbing a fucking fence when his foot had slipped and his side had caught on the one sharp edge in sight. it had hurt like a bitch and for a good five minutes, atticus hadn’t moved from his spot on the ground. he was at least thankful that the mark didn’t look like a bite. he had that much going for him in the end.
there were multiple people he could have gone to though his feet seemed to drag him towards where ritvik would be over anyone else. he hadn’t let the man close, no, but he had grown to at least like the man over the time he had been here. he would be needed for patrol soon; when nadja grew tired but until then, he needed this dealt with. he crouched down once he reached ritvik and gently shook him. everyone needed as much sleep as they could get these days and atticus felt guilty for trying to wake him up but he knew it would be so much worse if he didn’t. he hoped the man wouldn’t be too angry with him.
“ritvik?”
