Blue hissed like an angry cat when Alaric stepped forward, but Eivind was there to keep the other wolf at bay, and for that Blue was begrudgingly grateful. He kept his fingers wrapped around Eivind's wrist, not wanting him to go away. Paranoia clutched at Blue's thoughts and he believed, perhaps correctly, that if Eivind weren't there to stop them, Alaric and the others would just kill Blue and be done with it. It certainly did seem to be like the more logical option, as eliminating Blue would rid everyone of their respective problems, but Eivind didn't seem keen on that idea, so for now Blue wanted to keep him close.<br/><br/>The wolves started talking about tea and steps that needed to be taken in order to help Blue, and all the young man could do was look back and forth between the three and follow the conversation as best he could. He groaned when Eivind sat down beside him and pulled him up into a sitting position. The pain was excruciating but Blue didn't fight. Eivind seemed to be attempting to be gentle, as gentle as a wolf could be, and if Blue needed to be upright to get some kind of pain medication inside of him he was willing to do it. Anything to help dull the fire in his side. The wolf put the cup of tea to Blue's lips after blowing on it, and Blue drank it up eagerly, feeling the warm water pour down his dry throat. Blue kept drinking until Eivind pulled the cup away. Blue whined softly, but once again he did not fight it.<br/><br/>Alaric started talking about his stitching and infection, how they would need to clean him and drain whatever was inside him that was making him sick. As much as Blue disliked the wolf, it did sound like Alaric knew what he was doing, and when Eivind gently coaxed him into lifting his arm and turning, Blue scowled and nodded obediently.<br/><br/>“Fine,” he growled, wincing as Eivind held him. “Fine, he can touch me, just . . . please don't leave me.” The last words were added softly, in a near whisper, so only Eivind could hear. Blue liked the female somewhat, but he didn't trust Alaric to take care of him without Eivind's watchful eye. “Don't leave me alone, Eivind.”<br/><br/>The female's voice called to him, and Blue's head jutted up in response to her question. No one had asked Blue's name in such a long time, the question had almost felt strange to him. “My name is Blue,” he said softly, watching as she and Alaric moved around.<br/><br/>Alaric came to the bed with a bowl and knife, and Blue felt his heart sink in his chest. His hands reached for Eivind and clutched at him once again, clinging to whatever limb he could feel beneath his fingers. He suddenly wished for Eivind to say something, anything to distract him from the large blade in Alaric's hand. The wolf may have had an encyclopedic understanding of herbs and infections, but did that knowledge translate into a deft hand in the field? It was impossible for Blue to know, but Alaric had been right. If he let the wolves do this, maybe he would live, maybe not. But if he refused, he would most certainly die, and all his bravado drained from him at this realization.<br/><br/>But he had been hurt before, he thought. He had been hurt so badly that he thought he would never recover, but his body was somehow still fighting. Whatever Alaric was going to do it him, it would be devastatingly painful, but some people were simply born to suffer, and perhaps Blue was one of them.