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Wild growled in a near feral manner as monsters separated him and Hyrule from the group. A few minutes passed, and the two of them couldn't even see the rest of the chain, with a great number of monsters in between them. Wild growled again as he pulled a bomb from his slate. He threw it into the swarm of monsters. 3, 2, 1… BOOM! Wild thought as the bomb exploded, sending monster bodies flying. In between the bokoblins blue bodies, he noticed something small, green and concerningly limp flying as well. “Rulie!” He yelled, moving towards his friend - no, his brother. Hyrule’s body connected with a tree, and crumpled to the grass below. A monster roared from behind him and Wild turned and swung his mostly-broken sword at it. He created three cuts on the monster, all oozing black blood, thick, oily, and quite stinky, like a skunk had sprayed a pile of poop. Then his sword shattered in his hands and he pulled a new one from his slate. With a lucky strike, he sliced the monster's head off of its shoulders.
Two more monsters came, and Wild finished them as quickly as he could, noting how Rulie wasn’t moving to get up, just laying limp in the grass. When he finally reached Rulie, he noticed burns in a pattern nearly identical to his on the mage’s right side. “Rulie, just stay with me,” Wild begged, pulling Rulie into his arms. Something warm and wet oozed through Wild’s fabric right under Hyrule’s head. Oh, no, Rulie, please don’t be bleeding, Wild thought to himself as he stood. Hyrule didn’t even flinch or stir, he simply remained unconscious in Wild’s arms as the blue-clad hero worked his way back to camp.
By some divine miracle, Wild didn’t get lost. Legend panicked and rushed to the duo. “Rulie? Din’s name, what happened to you?”
Wild choked back a sob. “He got caught in a blast from one of my bombs; it’s all my fault.”
Warriors pulled bandages from his pouch as Time set up Hyrule’s bedroll. Wild knelt by it and lowered Hyrule’s prone form onto the soft surface, keeping his fellow teen upright so Warriors could bandage his bleeding head. Warriors poured a few sips of red potion into Hyrule’s mouth afterward, just to be safe. The captain opened Hyrule’s eyes to check for a concussion, the pupils wide, a sure sign of one.
Wild laid Hyrule’s head down on the raised part of the bedroll and pulled the blanket over his injured companion. Wild couldn’t sleep that night, overwhelmed with guilt that Hyrule had a matching burn on his body and a concussion. That icky feeling of guilt still lingered the next morning, even when Hyrule woke up. Wild made Hyrule’s favorite, the Veggie Cream Soup, for breakfast, yet he still felt awful. “I’m so sorry, Rulie,” he whispered as he delivered the bowl to his fellow hero, still sitting in his bedroll under Warriors’ medical order.
Hyrule cocked his head, confused, and asked, “What for?”
“Your burns and concussion, they’re all my fault,” Wild mumbled.
“I’m concussed?” Hyrule asked uncertainly, “I feel like I’d remember what caused a concussion. Are you sure?” A few traitorous tears slipped down Wild’s cheek, and Hyrule patted the ground beside him. Wild sat down.
“Wild, I don’t remember what happened, but I don’t blame you in the slightest. I forgive you.”
“But-” Wild protested through his tears, flowing faster now.
“Listen to me,” Hyrule ordered, fae chime peeking through his normal tone of voice, “You didn’t mean to hurt me. I know that. I forgive you.”
“You’re not mad?” Wild asked, his voice breaking. Hyrule leaned onto Wild, carefully avoiding his fresh burns.
“Not at all. Besides, we kinda match now. I’m honestly honored to look like you,” Hyrule whispered softly.
Wild still felt pretty bad, but he had improved knowing Hyrule harbored no resentment. Rulie really was a sweetheart, wasn’t he?