/ +413Helotes had awoken that morning with a large hang over and had spent most of the time of the day so far in his room trying to calm the pounding in his head. But luckily he knew that to drink plenty of water and ingest protein was the best way to regain one’s senses, and therefore by early afternoon his was feeling much like himself again. He wasn’t sure why he had decided to drink alone last night, but he knew it had something to do with Zana. The previous day he had met with her and she had confided in him her stress when it came to the tumultuous relationship with his trainer, Halo. He now felt torn between the two of them, despite Zana having reassured him and Halo seemingly unawares; he felt that he now had to live two separate lives. He sighed, women.
The dark Hastati rolled in his bed, thinking about perhaps lazing the day away and continuing to sleep when he felt a wetness on his arm. Raising his forearm from underneath the covers he noticed that he was bleeding, though not profusely; a cut he had endured from training with Halo no doubt. With a groan he pried himself from his bed, and after several moments of rummaging through his meager belongings he found that he was out of his personal bandages. With a sigh he looked out the window and then departed his room.
The weather had eased up on the chill somewhat, the frosty snow of the previous week had been replaced by cold rain, but Helotes did not mind. His winter coat was now fully grown in, giving him all the warmth and protection he needed. When he exited the mansion, the fresh air hit him and a he took a moment to breathe in deeply. He was glad that it was cold, it shot even that much more alertness in him.
It did not take long to reach the guest house and he could see from a distance that its sole occupant was home; lovely smoke rose from the small building signaling that the doctor was in. The dark Lykoi suddenly was glad that he would have a chance to speak with Enkiel; his straight laced cousin had just the masculinity and sobriety that he needed to rid his mind of all the drama. Helotes took the several steps up the porch and knocked on the door, Doc, it’s Helotes. He said.
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