The house was cleaned up, evidence of his being there destroyed and the criminals gone. All of it was gone. Thyr returned to the shop, unlocked the side door, and slipped inside.

He went into the bathroom, removing the packing from his wound. It would only cause infection if he left it there and didn’t get it tended to. Then he wrapped it with bandaging he had in the cabinet. Once he was done, he started to wash himself up.

It wasn’t easy. Once he’d done his arms, he sat on the floor, leaned against the wall with his uninjured side, taking a rest. He’d be fine, he told himself, just needed time.

~ Thyr