Eivind tried to focus on what he was doing in the kitchen, and ignoring Blue's initial cries as Alaric did what had been asked of him. Blue's words bothered him on a deeper level, and certainly when he cried out and whimpered. He left the food cooking and spun back around, to come back over the couch. Alaric cut his eyes at him but kept working.<br/><br/>“Will you fucking take a little care?” Eivind growled, and Alaric set his jaw.<br/><br/>“I'm doing the best that I can, Eivind. Short of you taking him to a real doctor, this is what I have to work with. I can't just shoot him up with the same sort of drugs that we take. It would probably stop his heart,” Alaric snapped back, ready to move if Eivind proved to be in a particularly foul mood again. He'd taken his hand away for good measure. “Help keep him still if you want to do something actually useful. I might be able to finish faster that way. I'm trying not to cut into healthy tissue, and he's wiggling.” He was trying, as he'd said, and it was a valiant effort, but still not as still as Alaric would have preferred. Eivind went to turn the burners off on the stove on everything besides the potatoes, so that he didn't burn the eggs and bacon to oblivion, before coming back to the couch.<br/><br/>Eivind leaned over the side of the couch, to place both hands down on Blue's chest, strong biceps surrounding both sides of Blue's face. Eivind put his head down on the top of his own arm close to Blue's cheek in an effort to just finish, and get this all done with. He'd be able to smell the food, and hopefully once it was over he'd still have an appetite. Eivind wanted to think it wasn't as bad as when they'd been in Lofgren's cabin, but the more time he seemed to spend with Blue the more harrowing it was to see the younger man in any sort of agony. His natural reaction was to rip into Alaric, but his logical mind knew that he was trying to help.<br/><br/>“He's almost done, and then we can eat as much as we'd like,” Eivind told Blue,<i>hoping</i>that it was almost done. Right that second, Eiving didn't really have much of an appetite, not with the smell of infection and blood in the air, things that usually wouldn't bother him except that those smells were coming from his mate.<br/><br/>“Yes, yes. Almost there,” Alaric assured, even though he often lacked for any bedside manner. He dabbed gently with gauze to make sure the bleeding that did occur was going to stop on his own, but then he was shoving aside things that needed to be either cleaned or thrown away.<br/><br/>“I'm not going to put anything on it. I highly recommend a real bath, or a shower. Just keep his wound away from the pressure from the shower head, and then do what you did dressing it earlier. Repeat, and it should heal up okay. Come and get me if it opens up again, but I think it's old enough that it isn't going to be an issue if you both are careful,” Alaric explained. “And Eivind, you're going to have to face up to the pack at some point.” Eivind lifted his head to hold his gaze for a moment, but right after, Alaric was stealing a few strips of bacon before departing. Obviously the wound hadn't bothered him at all.<br/><br/>Eivind relaxed his arms and urged Blue into a sitting position before going back to the kitchen. He brought him water and a heaping plate of fried potatoes, eggs, and bacon piled high enough for multiple people, but Eivind only set it in front of the coffee table and made a plate for himself just as large.<br/><br/>“Do you still feel hungry?” Eivind questioned as he brought them silverware and scooted the coffee table close, so that Blue wouldn't have to reach, or lean forward as far. There was a perfectly good dining room table, but Eivind didn't see a reason to move Blue again.