Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140506140937/@comment-3293219-20140506145334

Mithdalf moved away from the group, as Jaryl continued to spew his uncouth rhetoric, normally he could overlook it but the Doctor was under a great deal of stress...

I have to know...

He moved into one of the rooms and shut the door behind him, he looked down at his sleeve and began to peel the material off of a very large scratch, the blood had drenched his shirt and some of his sleeve had gotten caught in the cut. He tore it away, seeing a large scratch, that was buried deep in his arm, he gasped in stammered in horror as he looked down on it...

N-No...

He looked back, as if Isis, Jaryl or that... beast were stood behind him, waiting to catch him out. He had to cover it up, fast.

He put his sleeve back before reaching into his bag, drawing a bandage, which he swiftly applied to his injury, mostly to conceal it.

"Doc?"

Shit...

"DOC!?"

The Altmer, quickly covered up the bandage, letting the roll drop to the floor and roll away, under a dresser as Jaryl entered.

"We're pickin' out rooms, this one yours?"

"Y-Yes... Wait, I thought that we were going to Cheydinhal."

"We are but Isis said that she wants to give the map a good look over first." The Bosmer informed him, looking around and seeing the look of stress on the Altmer's face.

"What were you... Doing in here?"

"Nothing that concerns you." Mithdalf snapped, fighting the urge to clutch his arm.

"Alright, I was just askin'..." The Skooma Junkie grumbled, turning away and making his way to the door.

The Altmer stood, waiting for him to leave, it felt like an eternity before he did so. The Doctor clutched his arm and shuddered, looking up to the ceiling, with tears in his eyes.