Ethan put his hand on Asta's back. After he looked at the expression on her face he whispered to her. "I'll be fine, love." He either was getting used to the pain or had lost enough blood to not care. Rome followed Benji in, who was behind Biana. Ethan and Asta were the last in. There were beds here, it was dusty but empty and well-kept. He moved off from Asta and sat down on the nearest bed, wincing. The silence was killing him more than the wound.

"You better be." She whispered back, still looking at him with concern. Rome was far more of a healer than she was, so she figured the best thing she could do was provide moral support. She sat next to him, still on his good side. She gently grabbed his hand and squeezed it, intertwining their fingers. She looked at Rome anxiously. Fitz walked over to Rome, who was currently his favorite person in the room. F "Can I help at all?" He asked quietly. Biana glanced over at Fitz. She had never been much for healing people, the only experience she had was with bedside manners. She never actually... fixed the wounds, she just made people feel less bad about them. She settled on a small couch in the corner, looking meek and pale. She stared off into the corner, her eyes glassing over.

Rome sat down behind Ethan, undoing the makeshift bandage Asta had done. Ethan groaned at the change, tightening his grip on Asta's hand slightly. Rome opened a sewing kit that was hidden in a pocket somewhere, She glanced up at Fitz. R "If you have a knife or something sharp could you get me some strips of a sheet? A light one, please." She asked him calmly, though her hands were shaking. She used a small knife- one that the blade was barely bigger than her thumb past the last knuckle- to cut the back of Ethan's shirt because it would hurt too much to pull it over his head. She stared at his wound for a moment, dabbing at it. Benji had been searching the cabinets for a bottle of alcohol, which he had found. He brought it over and handed it to Rome. She quietly thanked him and he turned and walked over to sit by Biana on the small couch. Rome opened the bottle and gave no warning to Ethan before she poured it over the wound. He straightened his back out, breathing in through his teeth.

Fitz nodded and Asta handed him the one she had used, which was still covered in blood. Fitz cleaned it off with his shirt, grabbing sheets from a closet and doing as he was told before returning to Rome with the sheets. Asta let him squeeze her hand, watching his face nervously. Fitz stood leaning against a wall nearby in case he was needed further. Biana blinked and glanced at Benji as he walked over, leaning back quietly.

Rome smiled at Fitz as he brought her sheets, she put the bottle of what appeared to be whiskey on the nightstand and threaded a needle, also giving no warning. Ethan let go of Asta's hand immediately and gently pulled her closer. His voice was shaky as he whispered to her. "Hold me up, please, I'm gonna pass out." He was trying to stay quiet, but his vision had gone. His head drooped first and then the rest of him started to he limp.

Asta nodded lightly, wrapping an arm around him, holding him up so his back was straight and Rome could do her thing. She gently tilted his head so it fell on her shoulder instead of dropping forward. Biana watched them quietly and looked ready to cry, her eyes looking dangerously wet. She let out a small, quiet breath and stared forward again.

Aaaand Ethan was out. Rome finished as quickly as she could without messing up. She grabbed the whiskey bottle and splashed it over the wound again before she started wrapping his wound tightly but not too tight. R "Lay him down," she said softly, moving all of the stuff off the bed. She helped lay Ethan's legs on the bed and tossed a blanket over him. She sat on the next bed over, taking some of the cloth and started piecing together a sling. Sewing would keep her entertained. Her hands were still shaking.

Benji glanced at Biana, then at his hands. He hesitantly moved one of them over to her, the hand open. Silently asking if she wanted to hold hands.

Asta gently shifted him so he laid down, fluffing a pillow up under his head. She sat beside him on the cot, looking down at him silently. She laid a hand on his chest and faded off in thought. Fitz was glaring at Benji like he would enjoy nothing more than punching him in the face. Meanwhile, his eye was swelling up and bruising from where he had been punched. Biana glanced at Benji's hand and took it slowly, moving closer to him and laying her head on his shoulder in silence.

Benji made eye contact with Fitz, clenching his jaw but not giving him a hostile or teasing look. He was more worried than Biana was guilty. Ethan had been in similar situations.. well he had never been kidnapped but that was besides the point. He knew Ethan was tough, but he was usually slightly obnoxious and it concerned him when he was quiet like that, covered in blood, limp. He frowned looking at Ethan. It was so quiet that he couldn't think.

It was completely silent. Fitz rolled his eyes at the pair and stared at his other sister in silence. Not much disturbed Asta to the point of her going numb. It was disconcerting, how wildly unaware she was of the world around her. She was just... silently staring off at the wall, glassy eyed, at Ethan's bedside. He sank to the ground in silence, putting his head in his hand quietly. Biana spared a glance at her brother, sighing quietly and shutting her eyes.