{a spoonful of sugar--} [grandmastering]
Cake. He should have finished that cake before they set off. His usual energy was a little lacking in that last battle, and he’d certainly paid the price for it. Hadn’t dodged fast enough, got the very tip of that mercenary’s blade. Couldn’t be very deep, at least. Thankfully it was towards the end of the battle and hadn’t interfered with their win, but by now he’d heard enough royal speeches by this point to know he had to be on the top of his game at all times.
He made a swift return back to camp while trying not to draw unnecessary attention. He wasn’t one of those overly prideful types who refused to acknowledge when he lost a step and pushed help away, not at all. But it was a little embarrassing, really. The battle hadn’t been that difficult. Really, within a short time it had become pretty obvious they had the upper hand, and everyone else seemed rather unscathed. Again, there was nothing serious about this wound, but it was still a bloody mess that made a display of his poor timing. He was the one usually skipping back to camp without a care, not to toot his own horn - ah hell why not this was his own inner monologue, he was pretty fierce. At the very least most of those suckers had trouble hitting him. He felt a train of blood run all the way down to his hand, dripping off his finger tip. Gaze shifting around he tugged his cape to cover that arm a little more properly.
Once situated in his tent he quickly set to removing the top half of his clothing, which was beginning to stick to his skin. Funny how those little boo-boos tended to be the ones that made the most mess. He couldn’t stop the hiss as the cloth peeled from his skin like a second layer, urging the blood to trail down his chest. The cut began at his collar and curved around his shoulder. Really cut that one close, huh Gaius? A few more inches and he’d have nicked your neck. Had he really been that slow? Seriously embarrassing.
This should be fun to bandage.. he chuckled and shook his head, ignoring the persistent burn of pain, digging through his entirely-unkempt tent to find a cloth to clean up the crimson mess he was making of himself.
What was left of that cake better still be in the mess hall…
Ah- Two Doctors at once? Well… none the less, hello.
