Samson audibly grumbled at the loss of the blanket, but he mostly feared losing it because Persephone would see just how ugly it was after Alexios had broken Samson's sword over his thigh. It felt like he had a numb but painfully throbbing hole in his leg and he really didn't look forward seeing the wound for himself again.
Persephone's overprotective huff was predictable when the blanket pulled away from the painfully raised contusion. It was still deeply purpled and peripherally yellowed with internal bleeding seeping into the soft flesh of his thigh.
Samson wanted to sit up and cover his leg.
Sean was leaning forward and warned him as he saw him tense. "Samson, if you sit up and rip open the bandaging I have on your back, I will make sure that your stay here is both long and painf
