It had to be sometime around two a.m. when Fredrick knocked on Isaiah's door. Exhaustion had finally won out over pain and the Assassin had fallen asleep, only to be shaken awake what felt only moments later. The Assassin opened his eyes, first they were just bleary, not focusing on anything, then they became irritated.<br/><br/>"Fredrick, what are you doing waking me at this time of night?" Isaiah asked incredulously.<br/><br/>"Sit up," his friend commanded. "I have to change your bandages."<br/><br/>"Can't it wait?"<br/><br/>"No," the other Assassin responded flatly. He gave Isaiah no room for protest and nearly forced him to sit up. Gingerly, Fredrick unwound the wrappings. On the outer layers they were dry and clean looking, but the lower ones were wet, bloody, and had traces of puss on them. That was to be expected for a fresh, severe burn. He couldn't see any signs of infection just yet. That was good, because he just knew Isaiah would refuse to see a doctor.<br/><br/>As Fredrick literally peeled off the last layer of bandages Isaiah let out a hiss of pain. It had to be awful for him, but it had to be done. After all the old wrappings were off, Fredrick set to work putting new ones on. He started with the torso, and ended with the right arm. It was already obvious that these burns were going to scar badly, but there was nothing they could do about that. As long as they healed, and Isaiah lived, he'd just have to deal with any lasting marks.<br/><br/>"There," the Assassin said as he tied off the cloth. "You can go back to sleep now."<br/><br/>"I appreciate it," Isaiah said with a hint of sardonicism. Sleep claimed him a bit more easily this time, and Fredrick himself went off to get some much needed rest.