Blue was actually relieved to hear that Eivind didn't plan on leaving him alone in the cabin with Alaric or otherwise. Although the wolf seemed to want to establish his home as a safe space for Blue, the human still didn't feel one hundred percent comfortable there, especially knowing that he was surrounded by unfamiliar werewolves on all sides. Perhaps Eivind tolerated his presence, but it was impossible to say what any of the other members of Eivind's pack may have thought. Werewolves were rather secretive creatures; having a human in their midst didn't sound like something they would wholly approve of. Blue currently didn't have the mental acuity to ponder this bit of information, however, so instead he just appreciated that for now, the wolf was going to remain close.<br/><br/>Alaric began fiddling with him, removing the bandages and cleaning whatever he saw necessary, and Blue watched with curious eyes as Eivind ascended up the spiral staircase to the second floor of his home. For a brief moment, Blue became slightly paranoid. It was the first time Eivind had left him alone with another wolf, but it was only for a very short time, and Blue released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when Eivind returned, wearing a pair of boxers and setting another pair down for Blue to wear after Alaric was finished tending to his injury. "Thank you," Blue replied, somewhat dumbfounded. Blue had assumed that being nude was a way of life for werewolves. Aside from his first time meeting Lofgren, Blue had never seen any member of Lofgren's pack clothed, and only intermittently did he see a few of Eivind's pack covered up when Alaric and Eivind brought him into the little community. But Lofgren had been wild, he had to remind himself of this, and certainly being naked all the time didn't suit the wolves' purposes. Of course Eivind would have some clothing around; it was idiotic for Blue to have just assumed otherwise.<br/><br/>Eivind left for the kitchen, but Blue could (thankfully) still see him moving around somewhat, and this left him feeling much more comfortable than if the wolf had been removed from his sight completely. "No, I don't have any allergies," Blue called to him. He tried to think about foods he didn't like, but he was so hungry that the thought of rejecting anything Eivind offered him seemed rather ridiculous to him. "I'll eat whatever you have. And some water, please. I'm so thirsty."<br/><br/>Although the thought of Alaric cutting into Blue scared him, he appreciated the wolf's candor. If he thought it was something that needed to be done, Blue knew that any amount of arguing would simply fall on deaf ears. Although even Blue could see the two wolves had a somewhat contentious relationship, Eivind seemed to trust Alaric when it came to taking care of his wound, so when Alaric relayed his plans, the human only nodded in response, steeling himself for the pain that was sure to come.<br/><br/>The pain medication had been great at dealing with the incessant throbbing of Blue's side, but it was no substitute for a local anesthetic. As Alaric began cutting away at the dead flesh, the overgrown skin and releasing the pressure that Alden's stitching had put on his side, Blue couldn't stop himself from wincing and crying out in pain. It wasn't as bad as when Alaric had worked on him in Lofgren's cabin, partly due to the medication and partly due to his wound being in better shape than it had been back then, but that didn't stop Blue from writhing as Alaric sliced into him. The wolf had to hold him still by placing a hand on his abdomen, and Blue did his best to behave, though he found it close to excruciating to do so.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, I'm trying," Blue gasped, clutching his fists at his sides and curling his toes in a poor attempt to focus on something, anything except the pain. "Fuck, it hurts . . . It hurts so badly." Blue whimpered, a pathetic sound that perfectly conveyed the vulnerable position Blue found himself in. He wanted to tell Alaric to stop, but he knew it was for the better. Alaric was doing everything he could to properly handle the mess Garlan and Alden had made of him, but all he could think about was how much it<i>fucking hurt.</i>