Eivind turned him toward the wall so he didn't have to see what Alaric was doing. Blue's natural curiosity disagreed with this decision, and the boy turned his head slightly as Alaric approached and began feeling the mess that was his side. Alaric's prodding sent sharp pangs through him, and soon enough Blue turned back the way Eivind had put him and hung his head, closing his eyes as he sat as still as he could, though his body was trembling.<br/><br/>When Alaric inquired as to the wound's age, Blue could do nothing other than shake his head and wince each time the knife's tip poked at him. "I don't know," he said, trying to fight through the pain to find his words. "I passed out after it happened. I don't know how long I was out. It was morning when I was attacked, that's all I know."<br/><br/>Blue cried out when Alaric slipped his finger inside the wound, and tears sprung at the corner of his eyes. Crying was something Blue didn't even know he could do anymore, but apparently, the pain was enough to elicit this rare reaction in him again. He leaned back against Eivind, his body shuddering violently and his chest heaving. Each breath made his ribs feel like they were cracking all over again. If he could pass out from the pain, that would have been a welcome relief, but his body didn't want to offer Blue that escape and he knew he would have to be awake throughout the entire grueling process.<i>He's helping</i>, Blue reminded himself.<i>He's going to make me better. </i><br/><br/>Eivind spoke into Blue's ear, so the boy clung to his words and focused on them as best he could. Talking was at least a gentle distraction, and while it didn't take away from the pain it did allow his brain to momentarily focus on something else. Blue thought back to his attack, trying to remember everything he could. "There's a wolf in Lofgren's pack, his name is Garlan." Blue forced himself to keep breathing. In, out, in, out. This would all be over soon. "Alden liked to use me to tease him because Garlan wasn't allowed to fuck me." In, out.<br/><br/>"We were by the river, and Garlan showed up. Alden called me away to him and to piss off Garlan, he made me start sucking him off. Something in Garlan must have just snapped. I . . . it starts to get foggy here. I just remember I was on top of Alden, and then he was pushing me away, but it was too late. Garlan shifted into a wolf and attacked me. Alden shifted too and got Garlan off of me, but the damage had already been done. I don't know how I got to the cabin for sure, but I'm fairly positive it was Alden. He was the only one who ever bothered to feed me or care for my wounds. I think anyone else would have let me die."