Shoot the Messenger

The bandages naturally stung a little as they went around his hands but Remi was careful and it showed in the way the pain was only minimal for Sam. He managed to stay quiet and still as he watched the wounds on his hands go behind the rough fabric. "Um...s-somewhere. In the Outskirts. I...d-don't know wh...where, exactly." He could have given some landmarks if he truly tried, but Sam was scared that would lead to Remi leaving to find them. Mostly it had just been snow and darkness anyway, so it wasn't hard to convince himself he had seen nothing of his location. "...B-but far...far out. I fol..followed the Luxere there. A-and ran back myself." When one of his hands was done he moved it to cup gently along Remi's jaw. "I...I'm s-sorry that you c-couldn't be there t-too. But...n...not for me. For Isla, a-and for you. I know.." Disgustingly a last shred of jealously found itself in his chest but he beat it down, knowing it wildly inappropriate for the moment. "I kn-know she c-cared fo..for you. She...p-put great effort. Into your surgery." Samuel This time I might just disappear