His angry yelling had woken up Eivind; he would have felt guilty if he weren't so inflamed by the loss of his medication. He stood there huffing as Eivind approached. The wolf reached for him, and despite his darkened mood, Blue allowed himself to be gently pulled into his arms. "The pills, I lost my pills," Blue said, groaning as he pressed himself against his lover's body. Eivind apologized and kissed his cheek, which settled Blue mildly, but it certainly didn't rid him of any of the pain in his side.<br/><br/>"It's not your fault," he said dismissively, pressing his face into Eivind's neck. "It's my stupid fucking ribs. It's been weeks and they still hurt like hell. Trust me, if the soreness in my ass was the only thing bothering me I'd be in a much better mood." He sighed and shook his head, pulling away to look Eivind in the eyes. "No, I can't find them anywhere. I looked all over the cave and outside the entrance, and I couldn't find even a trace of the damn bottle."<br/><br/>Eivind said he was going to go look for them, and that made Blue's tense body settle with relief. "Thank you. Thank you, Eivind," he said, lifting his arms to wrap them around his lover's shoulders and wincing as he did so, but that didn't stop him from giving his partner the affection he believed he deserved. He pressed a kiss to Eivind's lips before the wolf pulled away and moved to the front of the cave, exiting through the mossy covering. If anyone could find it, Eivind could. His nose could find anything. Eivind was an excellent hunter and tracker, and in his haze Blue convinced himself that maybe the bottle didn't fall into the river, maybe it just tumbled out somewhere and he had missed it. That was a possibility, wasn't it? Certainly. Eivind would find it. Eivind would take care of things. He had to.<br/><br/>Blue went to the far side of the cave and settled down against one of the walls. He had already searched as much as he was willing to that morning. Wherever the bottle was, it certainly wasn't in there with him, and running around looking was only going to cause him more pain. He rested his head against the rock and tried to take deep, slow breaths, but each one was more excruciating than the last, and after a few minutes of this all Blue could do was settle on shallow efforts that didn't disturb him<i>too</i>much.<br/><br/>He was starting to become impatient by the time Eivind finally returned, carrying a bunch of vines and branches in his arms, but no bottle. "What do you mean you didn't find them?" Blue snapped, looking at Eivind as if he had somehow failed him, although Blue knew that it wasn't Eivind's fault at all. It was his. He was the one who had dropped the bag into the river. It was his fault the pills were gone.<br/><br/>A low growl rumbled from Blue's throat. He closed his eyes, bringing up a hand to rub at his temples as he tried to consider what to do. He thought of Sig and the parcel he had left them. There had been so many items and notes in there; it had been their savior last night, perhaps there was something else in there that would be of use.<br/><br/>"I don't care about the cot right now," Blue mumbled, waving away Eivind's efforts, as sweet as they were. He just couldn't appreciate them with his ribs feeling like they were going to crack all over again. "Look at Sig's shit. I saw a lot of different plants and notes in there. Maybe . . . maybe he discovered something out there that has some kind of positive effect on pain, like that stuff Alaric made for me in Lofgren's cabin. Can you check? Please?"<br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"></span>