I woke up later in the day, at 12 PM to be exact. I heard the grill sizzling, shooting my eyes over to the Kitchen revealed it was Octavia cooking a batch of bacon. Nothing sinister, I'd assume that until she tries to hang me with bacon, cause 'Questria. I gave it a moment to see if she had removed the bandages, after all I wouldn't want that grease to get in her cuts. Bacon infection kills millions... I think that's a thing.

She turned back at me.

"You took a hit to the head last night, it actually gave you a minor concussion."

"What makes you think that?"

"Well for one, you fell to the couch as soon as you could and slept until 12, that's a start. As for two, you were so dead asleep I had the time to wrap the gash in your head."

I put a hoof up to my head and by god she was right. She was good with her handywork as well, not a single missed... stitch.

"Wait, you fucking gave me stitches!"

"Well sorry! Listen, it wouldn't stop bleeding. It was that or staples an-"

"And you didn't take me to the hospital?"

"Well no, you'd get arrested and so would I."

"That doesn't change anything. Why the fuck would you even think about this?"

"Well for one, it was about 2 inches apart and 1 inch deep, yea you needed that. The guy who hit you with that board got you with the corner, not the raw side."

"Wait how did I not bleed out?"

"I got up a few minutes after to get water, and I saw the blood puddle."

I looked back on the floor, sure enough there was a thick brown spot on the carpet. I didn't have any questions on where it came from.

"Well, so then you got this from where? I don't recall the first aid kit having a needle and medical thread."

"Well there's the other thing, you sorta left your wallet on the table. I had to make do."

I groaned, this couldn't get much worse.

"How much did it cost. For the love of god I'm starting to regret this choice."

"Well, for starters the needle was part of a .50 cent pack of sewing needles. The string on the other hand is medical grade dissolving stitches, they cost twenty bits for the length I needed. It took about five stitches so it was 4 bits a stitch"

"Wait, you said these dissolve?"

"Well yea, should be gone in 2 weeks."

Two weeks, the original plan was to have fancy dead by tomorrow. There goes that.

"Cut them out."

"I'm sorry what?"

"Cut the stitches out, I have important work to do."

"Can't you just wait?"

"Two weeks? Hell no."

"Dammit are you persistent. Fine I'll get it wrapped in gauze, but if you bleed out I'm going to send you right to the hospital."

She grabbed my knife and cut each stitch off. I could feel the pull on my skin as each one gave way. It became apparent that Octavia overreacted when she saw my open wound, for it certainly was less then an inch deep. Hell if it was that deep this would be in my skull. Thank god that's not the case.

"There, I'll get the gauze."

She rushed to the other end of the room and scooped up the gauze and the peroxide. She then ran all the way back to me, pouring a bit of peroxide on the gauze as she moved. Then she taped the gauze to my head and wrapped it in medical grade tape. She wanted this secured.

"If it doesn't need stitches... sorry for that by the way... this should be done in a few weeks, but in 5 days you can remove the bandage."

"Still too long but whatever, oh and by the way Octy, don't do that again."

"My apologies."

That's all it took for me to forgive her for stabbing my head ten times with a needle and sowing it together. Well it was time to stay here for five days, then get to removing the bandage.

Author's Notes:

cute little chapter for y'all... to be fair at least she didn't wait for the stitches...