(Crud now I have to do a serious post.)Wolfram slowly walked down the hall, one hand brushing the wall in case he happened to trip over his quickly weakening feet. He came up behind Lachlan, and tapped him on the shoulder."Are your wounds alright?"
Lachlan winced, whirling around and stiffening before he realized it was Wolfram. "Oh-uh, I... I'm fine." He said, giving a reassuring a grin, trying to ignore the blood seeping through his ripped shirt.
