The sound of Alaric stomping his way through the front door was hard to ignore even for an unconscious Blue. The young man was jolted awake, and for a moment he couldn't seem to remember where he was or what had happened. As the wolves' voices mingled imperceptibly with one another, Blue's memories slowly began to return to him, fighting their way through his sleep-induced haze. The fireplace reminded him that he was at Eivind's, and as he looked down he saw the wolf entangled about his legs, as if he hadn't wanted to leave Blue alone for even a minute. His fingers brushed against the bandages on his rib cage, failing to feel any sort of discomfort or the sharp pains to which Blue had grown accustomed. Whatever Eivind had given him, it seemed to be working remarkably well for now, and the boy felt a wave of relief wash over him at this realization. The moment the pain began to return, he would have to ask Eivind for another pill. He hoped that bottle was relatively full.<br/><br/>Blue craned his head back over the armrest to look at the wolf that had come barging through the door. Alaric stood there, blood covering his body, but Blue could see no large wounds so he concluded the blood must not have been his. "You're okay . . . " he said slowly, reaching up a hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes. "That's good that you're back. Eivind wrapped me up. I think he did an okay job. I don't remember him doing it." Blue had fallen fast asleep before Eivind had finished tending to his wound, something that the older male was probably relieved to see as dealing with Blue's mouth seemed to have been quite a trying experience for him.<br/><br/>"I hope the others are all right . . . The woman, she seemed nice." Blue yawned and shifted his legs, which had started to feel numb from being in one position for however long he and Eivind had been on the couch, and wrapped the long limbs lazily around Eivind so the male was positioned in between his thighs. Blue wasn't thinking about what he was doing or why, all he considered was making sure he was comfortable, and the pain medication was doing wonders in helping Blue move about without doubling over in agony.<br/><br/>"Eivind," Blue said gently, his lethargic gaze passing from Alaric back to the wolf beside him. "Are you going to have Alaric check on me again? I feel fine, I think. At least, there isn't any new pain popping up anywhere that I know of. That could be the pill, though, whatever it was. I am pretty hungry though. Do you have anything I can eat? I don't remember the last time I ate . . . I'm not forgetting things, am I?" There was a slight panic to Blue's voice, as if any bout of mild amnesia was something that terrified the young man. In a way, it did, as Blue could recall every moment he had spent with Lofgren's pack, and he knew all the terrible acts they had forced upon him, but it was that knowing that somehow gave him some sense of control. The idea that he could forget something, anything, sent tremors traveling down Blue's spine. Forgetting meant that the wolves could do something to him and he wouldn't be able to recall when or how, he wouldn't know who could be trusted and who was an enemy. Of course, it was safe for Blue to assume that all werewolves were enemies in some aspect, but he was too drowsy now to consider such a thing.<br/><br/>A rumble loudly sounded from Blue's stomach, supporting his earlier claim. The boy was hungry and had been for a long time, and his body was finally beginning to desperately call out for something, anything at all to fill it. "Eivind? You're not leaving, are you?" he continued, the ending of the wolves' overheard conversation just now clearing up inside Blue's head.