Flashback ( PDFDrive )

white bandage.
“Yeah, you guys aren’t going to want to know about pretty much
anything I do to you for the next few days,” Elwin admitted. “But I
promise, it will be worth it. I’m betting we’ll have you home by the end
of the week.”
Fitz didn’t look very excited about that prospect, but given the
tension between him and his parents, Sophie couldn’t blame him.
“Hold your hand a little higher,” Elwin instructed, draping
something that looked like golden chain mail over Sophie’s fresh
cocoon of bandages and binding it every few inches with thin black
bands. “This is for compression, so it’s supposed to feel tight. But let
me know if it feels too tight, okay?”
It felt like when someone had too firm of a handshake: not painful
—just annoying.
“I still need you to try not to move,” he added as he set her arm
back on its nest of pillows—and Sophie doubted she could have, even
if she’d wanted to. The chain mail was heavy. “But hopefully that’ll be
changing soon.”
Fitz’s leg got the same treatment. So did his ribs—and he did not
look happy when Elwin strapped him into some sort of chain-mail
vest.
He looked even grumpier when Elwin set a tray of medicine in his
lap.
It had to have at least thirty elixirs on it.
Sophie was all set to tease him, until Elwin brought over her tray,
and it probably had forty. Her mouth watered just looking at it all—
and not in the “I’m hungry” kind of way.
In the “vomiting is probably in my immediate future” way.