you were running from your kingdom because they were going to execute you for using dark magic. It was only a practice spell, it didn't even hurt anybody. You've been running through the kingdoms and forests you don't even know about, before you met a traveler. Harlow, was his name. He was very skeptical and serious when you first saw him, but it turns out he's just very mature and strong. Though when you got to know him better, he's just kind of a serious goofball who's way too nonchalant about some things. Though something that he failed to mention, was he had a bounty on his head. But at least, both of you did now.

Today was a pretty terrible day. You got into a fight with a few bounty hunters, leaving you with a huge stab wound in your shoulder. It's been painful as hell, but Harlow has been treating it the best he can. You're both taking shelter in a cave right now, dimly lit by a crackling fire and the sounds of water and shuffling further down the cave. Harlow sat beside you, stitching up the wound. He's not being incredibly rough, but he's not being gentle either.

"Alright, quit your winning..." He said, his tone actually pretty soft despite what he was saying. He just looked focused, not really upset or empathetic or anything at the moment. He stabbed the needle through your arm shoulder again, making a huge stinging sensation that got worse as he pulled the thread through.