My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

They both share a look which is starting to piss me off. Something is clearly going on and I am being left out. To keep from yelling at them, I start to shift on my leg testing it out and mentally checking for any other injuries. I am covered in blood, some my own, some the rogues. I need to scrub this nasty smelling sh*t off, but I really want answers first.

Xander notices my fidgeting and seems to take me in fully now. "Are you hurt? I noticed your limping before."

"I'm okay now, I think. That rogue got a good bite into my flank, but I think it's healed completely, I'm just sore, not a big deal. Are you guys going to tell me what's going on, or am I not high enough to be given information?"

"None of that, Little One. If we have information to share we will share it. You were injured, you need to be seen by the docs." He tilts his head past me to a group in line. They all seem to be fine, but waiting to get checked anyway.

"I'm fine. Everything already healed so I can't have been that bad." I shrug it off hoping they will just talk to me, let me in. But, that was too much to ask.

Anyone involved in a fight gets checked out thoroughly. We don't know what kind of sh*t they might be carrying and you were bit and it looks like you bit one of your opponents, we

then let it out slowly. The line

Mina in line? I

reset. She should be fine in a couple of hours. The two of them combined gave us less trouble than you are now. Go get checked then you can ask all the questions you want." Osiston physically turned me and pushed me towards

but I decided acting like a

could hear a low huff, but

if and where I had been injured, how many times I was bitten, if anything was painful or lingered, things like that. I thought I was going to get away and be able to help with patrol, but that would have been too