Poor Bjorn!! D:

Cosette stumbled into the infirmary, the large blonde leaning on her. She wasn't hurt, but the poor thing was falling apart.

There were cuts and bruises all over his wrists and lower arms. His torso had been pretty badly beaten, and he was hacking up blood which made her think at least one of his lungs were pierced by his broken ribs. His knee-cap was close to being shattered, although she had tried her best to heal it.

She wanted to make sure he was okay, and was going to stay in the infirmary until she knew at least that much.

((OAO Don't die Bjorn TAT We wuvs you too much ;3; ))

His vision had already blinked out in his left eye and his skin was a map of unsightly purple blotches spreading on his skin as easily as spilt ink on a page. The Viking relied on the girl heavily and when he finally sensed he was in an infirmary the last shred of perserverance and will dissolved and he collapsed to the floor. He hadn't been on the brink of death in a while and the last time he couldn't remember being this bad...never this bad.

Blood rapidly filled his mouth and manouvering his tongue ended up with his gold tooth being knocked out fully and it lay in the pooling crimson liquid around his head. But he didn't cry, he'd never cry...not even in this immense amount of pain not a single tear pricked at the corner of his eyes.

If he was about to die he would do it as honourably as he could make of his situation at the moment, not a shivering, snivelling, pathetic wreck that would plead mercy to the god that had done this to him.

((I finally replied, rejoice for I am actually alive xDD just exams and assignments are sooooo bleeeeh Dx))

Adonia had only entered the infirmary a moment before, her arms loaded with books. She had been looking for Iva to ask her a question about some herbs she had looked up. Having not been able to locate her in any part of the infirmary, she began to make her way back to the entrance, and was quite surprised to hear a lot of racket.

Turning a corner, she promptly dropped all the books in shock as she saw Bjorn there bleeding all over the floor and leaning heavily on Seti. "Wha-..." she gulped, trying to swallow the urge to vomit at the heavy, metallic smell of blood that hit her.

Her immediate instinct was to run from the room in panic. The man had threatened her life once before and had given her bruises that had remained on her back and side for multiple weeks, so she was not eager to spend any more time around him than was strictly necessary... but he was wounded... and she was Iva's assistant...

"What happened?!" She finally managed to squeak out, mustering her will and forcing herself to approach the wounded Dane and help Seti drag him to the nearest bed, taking note of the multiple wounds that covered his body.