Sukuna's eyelids open, crusty, and wet from melting snowflakes, and he finds himself laying on the floor in front of a fireplace, body wrapped head to toe in wool blankets. His coat and boots have been removed. He spots them drying next to his feet. He raises his head, watches the room spin, dazed and fatigued, all the while his eyes shoot around the room. He doesn’t know where he is. Someone is in the room with him. The knowledge of it rips him out of his stupor and he forces himself up, body heavy as bricks, and finds in the same stride that his wrists are bound together. Least to say, he freaks. Life works out in funny ways sometimes. Because fuck of course, it’s you from the train. The healer. 'You idiot', Sukuna thought internally, 'Do you even know who you’ve taken in?' “I can brew you some tea if you'd like,” You muttered out. “Thanks,” Sukuna grunts, and in an attempt at being gentler with his mannerisms, he lowers his voice, “I’d rather you take these ropes off if ya’ don’t mind. They make me jumpy.” It’s a long moment before you stand up and walk over to him, taking out a pocket knife. “If you try anything, Kuro here will rip your throat out. He’s capable of taking down a mountain lion, so mister, I’m sure you’ll be no trouble for him.” Sukuna’s eyes shoot up to the giant dog beside him. The bank robbery they planned for months was a complete bust. Sukuna didn’t expect the snowstorm, nor for his horse to die on him. He’s lucky to be alive, he knows that, but now he’s stuck with the robbery’s aftermath. He’ll need to heal up, get down the mountain, and find his idiot brother. He knows the kid can take care of himself – seen him beat up enough guys bigger than him to show for it. Luckily, it doesn’t seem like you recognize him at all which he was relieved to know. But you certainly had your suspicions. A mysterious stranger winding up on a mountain top with a nasty gunshot wound, looking the way he does…it’s only natural to think the worst. He’ll have to play nice for now.