Another Kind of Holy

Sitting on a bed, even a terrible infirmary bed, felt like absolute heaven to Caiside. He sighed through his teeth and he tried to relax, Sam’s nervous voice keeping him tenuously tethered to consciousness still. A question was directed at him, one that he shouldn’t have had to think about, but he did, genuinely considering his face over his shoulder for a moment. His head tilted to the side while he seemed to consider it, which had the unfortunate side effect of tugging, just lightly, at his shoulder, a sharp gasp escaping Caiside as he straightened. ”My... my shoulder, I think.” As if it were really a choice. A pillow was pressed into his good hand, Caiside regarding it before looking up at Sam. He didn’t trust the other man, had absolutely no reason to. Nothing he had seen of him gave him any faith, and if he were the slightest bit more lucid, he would walk off to find someone else himself. ”Yes, I trust you.” The words were accompanied by a slight smile, the faint quirking of his lips the only sign of faith Caiside could offer. He took a moment to take a deep breath, then pressed the pillow between his teeth and tried to not think about where it had been. Caiside tensed when Sams hands moved on him, bracing for the pain he knew was to come. And come it did, white hot and pulsing and so much more than he expected. But, somehow worse than the pain was the sensation of things grinding, bone against bone tugging against muscle. Caiside could almost taste it, could feel it up in his jaw. And then, a pop that he heard and felt, and somehow, blissful relief. He sagged, leaning his face into the pillow, and squeezed the part of Sam that was closest to him. Caiside heir of fire and ash