Malia held as still as she could while she watched Carson work on her wound. It was extensive, and it had badly healed st all. No one in this town was very medically inclined—Oliver was. Their ‘doctor’ wasn’t here, they only had whoever could do the basic cleansing of a wound. And that poor treatment had shown, she was honestly afraid of it getting infected. With how red and hot her skin was to the touch, she was certain it already was.<br/><br/>As Carson applied the paste to her torso, she let out a shaky break, a small whimper falling from her lips. It was painful to touch, it was more than painful to touch. When the Vangaurd pushed his blade through her, she felt him wiggle it around, causing more damage than just a usual slice wouldve done. She didn’t speak when spoken to, she was focusing on ignoring the pain while his fingers wiped across her gash. When he finally began to wrap it, she squeezed her eyes closed at the motion of him pulling it tight. She knew it was necessary, but she was sick of being in pain.<br/><br/>As he lay her back down, she was spent. The walking, the standing, the entire day had ripped her energy from her. However, she wanted to go home. And, she really, really needed to. She gripped Carson’s hand, still waiting for the throbbing in her belly to pass. “If I’m honest, I’m not sure how okay I’ll be if we don’t go. I’m worried it’ll get infected, all anyone has done is try and clean it. And it’s barely healed.” She shifted, closer to his warmth. “We can leave now, before I’m too tired to really go further. Plus, I actually miss Sunny’s insults, it’s endearing.” She looked up to him before laughing softly, wincing at the effort.<br/><br/>“Let’s go home.”