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[It's later in the evening when the Fon Master makes a reappearance in the village just outside the barracks. Somewhat dazed, Ion takes only a few steps before tripping and falling to his knees in the snow.]

[He brings a hand to his throat as he gasps, the numbing effects of the drugs quickly wearing away and bringing to attention a stinging pain running along his neck and chest. Numerous vertical cuts, some deep but none within rage of vital arteries, litter the front of his neck. And with only flimsy bandages to cover the wounds, the front of his robes had served to soak up much of the blood as a result.]

[Knowing he won't last long in the snow dressed as he is, with a shaky hand, Ion opens the journal and starts trying to speak to call for help... but no words come out. He tries to cough and clear his throat, but that only increases the pain in his neck tenfold. As such, a pained gasp is all that can be heard over the journal, the book unfortunately tilted towards the snowy sky.]

[And the Malnosso weren't even kind enough to leave him with a pen.]

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[Having something warm to cover his freezing arms, which were beginning to lose feeling altogether from the cold, is something Ion is immediately thankful for, and he even tries mouthing a small "thank you" in response.]

[Ion will try and support his own weight, but he feels so tired and just the act of hanging onto Wolfwood's shoulder felt painful. It's a good thing Ion isn't very big himself, or this would be even more difficult.]

[He feels the heaviness in Ion's steps, mouth drawn in a thin line.]

...

Y'know, when somethin' hurts you real bad and you're in pain, a good thing t'do is think about somethin' you want the most right now. If you focus on that, it'll hurt less.

[Something he wanted most right now... aside from being indoors and not in any pain? Actually, maybe that wasn't so bad. Indoors, curled up on the couch with a nice book, maybe with a cup of tea and the smell of dinner cooking in the nearby kitchen...]

[Home. Or at least what he's come to know as home.]

[He still had to keep most of his attention focused on staying awake so they can keep walking, but with those thoughts in mind, he actually manages a little bit of a smile.]

[He watches quietly from his peripheral, and finally smiles a little himself at the outcome—with that, he grunts and pulls Ion's weight even more into him, helping to carry more of that strained weight.

Hang on, we'll get there. So just thing about the good things.]

[It's a good thing he found Ion, because there was no way he would have been able to make this walk himself, and staying outside would have meant getting hidden by the snow and... well, that's a not a thought he's going to dwell on. Back to thinking happy thoughts!]

[Of course, he's not too sure where this boy is leading him, anyway. Probably the clinic, right? But how far away was that...? He was still rather out-of-sorts.]

[You must be so very out of it, because it's been a while—and there's the clinic! See now, that wasn't so bad, was it? Nicholas huffs a breath of fog, his cheeks and nose already quite red from the exertion and chilliness in the air.]

We're here...

I'm gonna walk ya in now, okay? So just hang on a little bit longer.

[And the sight of the clinic is a very welcome one. Once they're inside, warm air fills Ion's lungs and a look of relief crosses his face.]

[He wasn't out of the woods yet, as someone from the clinic would probably have to heal him, but for now, finding a bed to lay in while he warms up would be preferable.]

[Sounds like a plan. Ploppin' you down on the bed now. 8^V

He looks quietly down at his fingers, takes note of the dried blood at his fingernails, and frowns—but he's not... But he helped a person, didn't he? That was...

A helpful person.

He reaches over and pulls the blankets over the mystery kid, being as gentle as possible.]

Someone's comin right now... okay?

[He hesitates, and then takes a few steps back.]

I—I gotta go. You get better, okay? Stay safe...

Then you can tell me your name.

[Ion practically sinks right into the bed, all of his muscles aching from the cold and his body crying for sleep. He doesn't dare turn his neck to look back at Wolfwood, but he can still look over from the corner of his eye.]

[Hopefully Wolfwood can read lips well enough to understand Ion when he mouths the words "Thank you".]

[There's just a ghostly trace of a smile on the boy's lips, before he turns and quietly walks out of the clinic, hand on his arm. Don't worry about the jacket—he's got another one back where he's staying.

He's thinking you probably need it more.]

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