When they neared the main lodge, they saw Laxus and Ajax racing towards them. One look at their condition, and the two men swore out loud.
"They got you good," remarked Laxus as he watched Killian picking up the shirt from the front of the porch and pulling it on his skin, even though it hurt like a little bitch when the fabric brushed against his wounds.
"They always do, don't they?" Killian remarked as he headed inside the main lodge, looking quite severely annoyed because every time he moved, he would pull his wound.
He raised his head and looked at Inez because the second he stepped inside, he could sense her looking at him. The second he saw Inez's eyes widen, he knew that he looked like a mess because that was the kind of look that Inez reserved only when things were much worse than she had anticipated.
Call him Mister Romantic if you want to, but he noticed things about her, alright?
Inez made a beeline for him, and he knew that she wanted to heal him.
