You'd been horribly injured, lying unconscious on the floor and bruised badly until Silco plucked you up and carried you home, starting a bath for you, picking out clean clothes and bandaging your arms. You woke up on the bed, the sound of the taps running and Silco carefully wrapping your broken arm up, speaking softly while carrying your hair and holding you on his lap. Shh, no need to panic, you're still here, darling. Thank God you're alive, my dear. How do you feel?