we built this city on broken glass

He had been oblivious, in those moments, to Malia nestled on the couch in front of the TV in the living room. Frost focused on moving silently through that house alone in an effort to prevent waking any of his pack mates or Nadya especially. He had little intention of hiding that incident from the woman and yet it would be far easier to tell her off it when that arrow itself was not impaled within his arm and Nadya not frantically attempting to assist him while demanding to know just how it had happened. Frost so hardly desiring to....worry her. That very emotion a distinctly new one and yet one the man hardly chose to consider to deeply in that moment as he pressed open the bathroom door, kicking it semi-closed behind him before reaching to turn on that hot water in the hopes of washing clear that blood and too- relieving at least some of the pain. Each movement off his arm felt like....fire. His attempts to place his arm within the sink, however, were readily ruined by the sheer length of that arrow as it caught on either side of the basin. That very moment prompting a sharp hiss from within himself. Fuck it hurt. The stallion readily considering just how he was going to manage this. The shower perhaps and yet....that arrow needed to come out. Either end surely needing to be cut to allow it to be pulled free and yet the idea of cutting it was only mildly more appealing then having to pull it out afterward.

That ready frown crossed his features then, the blood beginning to stain the tiles and sink in turn, his own bodies healing rapidly attempting to close that wound and yet that healing was only further embedding that arrow within his flesh. The sudden, soft sound of footsteps followed by that sharp intake of breath brought his own head suddenly upward, those violet eyes landing directly upon Malia then as she peered around the bathroom door. Frost momentarily considering so commanding her away and yet- Malia, for all her inexperience with the human world was decidedly...practical in other ways. In the least she was perhaps the least likely of his female companions to find herself hysterical in the face of that bloodied wound. Her soft insistence that it hurt just as much to take an arrow through the leg prompted that quirk off his lips.

"That- I am entirely willing to believe."

He offered simply, his good arm and hand gesturing for the girl to come inside as he reached over to turn the water off- after all it was hardly useful. The stallion reaching then for that hand towel only to toss it to the ground to soak up some of the blood that had fallen there. Frost glancing upward at his companion once more.

"How did you get the arrow in your leg out? Had it gone all the way through like this? My flesh is already beginning to heal around it and yet this is only impaling it further. I need something to cut off either end of the damned shaft. What do we have in the kitchen?"

Frosts attempts to turn his arm over only prompted another soft groan from the man, each movement of that muscle provoking those damaged nerves and prompting that blood to flow again. How he was going to cut something made of.....some kind of lightweight metal he hardly knew. A band saw, perhaps and yet that would require Malia to operate it. How willing he was to allow the woman to work a power tool near his arm entirely debatable. His gaze narrowing slightly upon her.

"Have you ever worked with power tools before?"

Hopefully something more ideal could be found in the kitchen...

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