forum Assassin’s guild//Finished Rp//Look for part 2

Started June 25, 2018 by @StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

tune

Sparrow did what Cyrus asked and helped him slowly go to the infirmary

Cyrus winced as he put any weight on his leg. Meanwhile, he tried moving his left hand. he could, but it was stiff and starting to become swollen.
He sighed in frustration as they entered the infirmary, and he was led to one of the beds across the back wall.

"He fell down the stairs." Sparrow explained to the healer in the room

"My hand is broken, almost for sure," Cyrus explained, "And my knee might be, too, but I can't tell for sure. It feels pretty rough…"
The healer grabbed some ice and pillows. He rolled up Cyrus' pant leg up to just past the knee.
"I can't tell either. Not right now. It's very swollen."
He propped his leg up and put ice over the knee, then gave Cyrus another ice pack for his hand.
"Hey, could you turn down the light a bit?" Cyrus asked wearily, "It's really bright."

Sparrow nodded and turned the lights down

Cyrus sighed again. "I'm sorry, Sparrow…" he muttered, "I mean, who would've expected this?"
He held the ice pack to his hand, still cursing himself for his carelessness.

"Cy?" Uriah poked his head in the door, not wanting to come in if he didn't want visitors. "Mind if I come in?" He smiled and waited for Cyrus's response.

"Yeah… you're fine," Cyrus replied halfheartedly.
His ears started ringing, and he pressed his right hand over one of them as if this would make it stop. It didn't work, though.

Luna waited outside of the door out of sight, if she hadn't been so distrusting of Esmea this wouldn't have happened. Now Cyrus was injured and the blame rest on them all for ignoring the signs. The two girls needed to be taught a lesson, no. They were doing what their hearts told them, but it still didn't excuse them. They would need to find out why they did what they did, but until then Luna thought to just isolate herself so she didn't end up blowing up at someone.

"How are you feeling friend?" He knew exactly how Cyrus felt. Hurt, both physically and mentally. Uriah sat on the edge of his bed and took a breath.

"Shit hurts," Cyrus muttered, letting out a pathetic attempt at a laugh, "I just hope it's not too bad, ya know? As long as it doesn't do permanent damage or keep me out of commission for too long…"

"Im pretty sure you will be able to do everything, it's probably not that serious." Sparrow said

"Cy, if you need me to do anything just tell me okay?" Uriah was ready to do anything to help. He felt as if it was half his fault, but he didn't know why.

"Well, yeah, I figure. I'm mostly worried about my knee… Joints have a harder time healing a lot of the time," Cyrus said, "But I don't think it's that bad."
He turned to Uriah.
"Thanks for the offer, but I'm fine at the moment. We'll see what happens and how I recover first…"

"Hopefully you do recover, and fast." Sparrow said, holding his hand tightly

Cyrus nodded, massaging the back of his neck. That kind of hurt too.
"But seriously… we need to find out why this happened, if it really wasn't an accident."

"Dont we have cameras?" Sparrow asked

"A few… but I think her face said it all," Cyrus replied, "Vida wouldn't have run like that otherwise, I don't think. we probably won't even need video evidence. Just to talk with those kids."

"Do you want me to do it?" Uriah was pretty good at talking to people, he was known as a people person and could probably get through to them.

"You know, esmae may be right. We don't know much about these kids, heck they dont know much about themselves either."

"Whatever you think will work. Just be gentle. Although I don't think you'll have a problem with that. There's no telling what was going through their minds," Cyrus said.

"I'll go talk to them." Uriah stood and heard for the kid's sleeping areas. On the way there he was thinking about the best why to talk to them, without them thinking he was blaming them, or mad at them. Before he knocked on their door he took a deep breath. He tried hard to work with Esmae, and still was, but it might be easier to talk with them than with her. "Hey guys, can we talk?"

“No,” Katya piped up quickly as she tried to sneak under covers to hide from Uriah. This wasn’t ending well for them.

“Is Cyrus okay?” Vida asked softly and meekly.