Blue got Eivind's attention easily with the soft way he called his name. Alaric could tell by the way Eivind focused in on the human that this entire process was taking a toll on him, and in a way he felt for them both.<br/><br/>It seemed that Blue was awake, and no amount of protest from Eivind was likely to see him back to sleep. He didn't try, and nodded at Blue's request. Of course he would be hungry. Last thing he'd eaten had been a few strips of meat from Synnove's kill, and there was no telling what the other pack had been feeding him.<i>Not enough</i>.<br/><br/>“Back at the other cabin, you got a little something down,” Eivind reminded him. He was encouraged by his appetite though, and happy to accommodate him. Blue must have heard them, because he was asking if Eivind was going anywhere. The older man was untangling limbs from around him carefully, to get up and make way for Alaric to check the wound, and to also see what he could fix Blue.<br/><br/>“I'm not leaving the home, no.”<br/><br/>After washing the blood off his hands Alaric went Blue's side on the couch, to move the thick furred blanket so that he could check what sort of attempt Eivind had made. He could see the other wolf watching him closely from the corner of his eye, as if he didn't like him close to Blue at all, but he didn't snap like he had the day prior.<br/><br/>“Some hot water, Eivind,” Alaric requested, and Eivind filled a big pot, and brought clean towels and wash cloths. He went back through the bag, this time putting on gloves before he peeled the gauze away. Eivind had gone upstairs, to his bedroom where he slipped into a pair of boxers and grabbed a pair for Blue as well. While Lofgren had wanted to dehumanize him by keeping him naked and vulnerable, Eivind didn't want him to feel that way in his home. He came back downstairs and set them on the arm of the couch, besides Blue's arm for him to put on when he desired.<br/><br/>“Is there anything you can't eat, or don't like?” Eivind questioned when he walked over to his kitchen. He couldn't see what all was going on over the top of the couch, but he was still close enough that he could hear them. He began opening cabinets and then the fridge, searching for something edible. Of course, the milk was bad, but he found potatoes, eggs, and bacon. His cooking process was more or less tossing things in pans with a little bit of butter. He didn't care that it wasn't breakfast time. He too was hungry now that he thought about it. It was still dark outside, so not yet morning time. He didn't think they'd slept more than a few hours, but it was something at least.<br/><br/>Alaric took his time removing the gauze so that it didn't pull too badly, and then reassessed the wound.<br/><br/>“I'm going to remove the rest of the stitches now. I think they're doing more harm than good, and I think it's reasonable to say the wound isn't going to open up anymore than it already has,” Alaric explained before he started.<br/><br/>Of course, that meant he was faced with the task of sorting out whatever method Alden had been using, and in some places skin had grown back over the stitching, and that meant it had to be cut away. Since there was such a lack of organization, he couldn't be sure he'd be able to get everything out, but he was nothing if not thorough. Alaric used a scalpel this time to cut away the stitches piece by piece, and then a medical pair of tweezers to pull it out. He made incisions where he had to, apologizing, but otherwise tried to keep any of the blood to a minimum. He was slower to work this time. There was no need to rush, and at least Eivind was distracted in the kitchen. He removed more dead tissue, placing a hand on Blue's abdomen to help keep him still so he didn't cut him any deeper by accident.