Both Eivind and Sig helped usher Blue back into the cabin, and the young man couldn't have been happier to see all of the familiar pelts and handmade furniture strewn about the place, completely untouched since he and Eivind had left what felt like a lifetime ago. He was lay back on the couch, just like he had been the first time Eivind had brought him here. He was in much better shape than he had been that time, but he still wasn't doing well enough to merit any celebrations.<br/><br/>Eivind had left him on the couch, with Sig sitting beside him, standing vigil, it seemed. Blue took the opportunity to smile a strained grin up at Sig, although the effort was genuine. "He was wonderful," Blue said softly, nodding his head at the disappearing figure of Eivind as the wolf ascended the staircase. "He was perfect. I think he's a keeper."<br/><br/>Alaric came storming in, carrying a case of supplies with him, but Blue didn't mind. It was Alaric. One of the small number of wolves he trusted implicitly. Alaric had proven himself to be, well maybe not a friend, but an ally, someone who cared about Blue's well being. There weren't many Blue could say that about. He smiled up at Alaric as the wolf came and settled next to him. "I'm sorry, Alaric," he said immediately, shaking his head slowly as he began poking and prodding at Blue's body. "I dropped the bag in the river. I lost all of the pills you gave me. I fucked up."<br/><br/>Staying still while Alaric examined him was difficult; each time the wolf pressed on some part of Blue's body, explosive bursts of pain shot throughout his side. He grimaced and groaned in response, his fingers reaching for the couch and digging into the fabric. It was easy when Alaric slid the IV into his arm. He barely even felt it. As the pain meds were being pumped right into his blood stream, it didn't take long for relief to begin to flood Blue's body. He sighed euphorically, feeling some semblance of normalcy for the first time in days. It was amazing how being pain free was so often taken for granted.<br/><br/>Alaric and Eivind spoke to one another, but Blue wasn't really paying too much attention the words being passed between the two. He was so comfortable there on the couch, he couldn't imagine any reason why he would ever want to move.<br/><br/>Eivind came and sat beside him, and Blue began to frown when his lover apologized to him for things, silly things. "No, no," Blue replied, shaking his head and reaching for Eivind. His fingers rested on the male's bearded chin and tugged him forward into a kiss, not caring that Alaric and Sig were still there, still very close. He hummed appreciatively against his wolf's lips for a moment before pulling away, a smile lingering on his face. "I don't want any apologies from you. You took such good care of me. You always take such wonderful care of me, Vin. This will all be okay. We'll go to the doctor and I'll get all patched up for the hundredth time, and we'll be okay. I don't want you to worry. You've done enough."<br/><br/>He was so sleepy, and the drugs were lulling him into a state of inescapable comfort. "I'm so tired," he said slowly, his eyelids feeling like they were made of lead. Keeping them open was becoming more and more difficult with the passing minutes. "When are we leaving?"