I was in a sour mood and felt sorry for myself soooo... I deided to take it out on Emil. Sorry Emil :P

Emil was in a sour mood. He had hardly been able to sleep during the night, he started the day with yelling at Reynir, threw the breakfast at Mikkel, got into an argument with Sigrun and then got into another with Tuuri when she had tried to fix his mess. Even Lalli was keeping away from him, currently sleeping in the driver's cabin instead of the bedroom where Emil was. He had even yelled at Kitty when she had tried to play with him.

"We're heading out", Sigrun said and peeked into the room. "Stop being such a brat."

Emil made a move to cross his arms, but pain shot out from his wrist and he turned his head away from her.

"Sure thing, mom."

He wanted to argue, to fight, with anyone, and if Sigrun was nice enough to offer him a chance to he'd take it. She didn't continue the argument, stopped by Mikkel who grabbed her arm and motioned for her to step outside. He stopped in the door opening, looked at Emil.

"You should try to get some sleep. You didn't sleep much tonight, did you?"

"You try sleeping with someone twisting a knife into you every time you move."

"I can give you something for the pain."

Emil glared at him.

"You're just going to put me down, like you did with the cat!"

"That was a different matter, Emil. It was the only thing I could do for her."

"How do I know you won't decide it's the only thing you can do for me?"

"If you continue like this, I will."

Emil turned against the wall again.

"Just go run after our glorious leader. Wouldn't wanna lose your chance to go along on a mission, would you?"

Mikkel shook his head, went outside. Emil could hear him saying something to Reynir and Tuuri, but he couldn't hear what and decided it didn't matter anyway. Sigrun and Mikkel's voices died out as they walked away from the tank and Emil pouted. As much as he didn't enjoy risking his life he still wanted to come along for the looting to prove that he actually was a valueable part of the team. Right now though... He tried to move his fingers slightly and closed his eyes as pain shot out from his wrist. Right now he wasn't.

He laid in silence, listened to Reynir and Tuuri chatting away. He thought about going up and fix the mess he had caused, because he was well-aware about what he had done wrong, but he was still too angry at the world to care. On the other hand, Emil glared at his bandaged hand, it wasn't really their fault he was out of action.

He yawned, tried to get himself in a comfortable position to sleep, but to no avail. All the time the pain was there, sharp, and after a while he just let out a scream and threw his pillow into the wall on the other side of the room. The door opened and Tuuri peeked inside.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'ver never been better."

She glared at him.

"Well then, if you're so fine you should keep it down since the rest of us have work to do!"

She slammed the door shut and he glared at the door. It wasn't like he wanted to not have work to do. Mikkel had told him to rest and keep his hand elevated and as much as Emil didn't trust the medic there was little else he could do. The adrenaline had kept the pain at bay the day before, but with that gone he couldn't do anything without excruciating pain. Emil glared at the ceiling, as if it was to blame for his current situation, when the door opened.

"What do you want now?"

The voice that answered wasn't Tuuri's and he couldn't understand what the other said. A thin hand came into view, holding a cup infront of Emil.

"Are you running Mikkel's errands now? He didn't manage to gather enough courage to kill me himself?"

Lalli still held the cup infront of Emil, and the Swede looked away.

"I'm not taking it."

Lalli didn't answer and Emil glared at him.

"Are you deaf? I'm not gonna take any posion."

Lalli moved back slightly, but still held the cup close enough for Emil to take it. Emil looked away, but Lalli still didn't leave. Emil lifted hid undamaged hand and hit the cup out of Lalli's hand, emptying the contents over the Finn. Ten seconds later he heard the door close and Lalli raising his voice at Reynir. A knot formed in Emil stomach, but he ignored it, continued staring at the wall. After a while the door opened again and the cup came into Emil's view once more.

"Take", Lalli said.

The word ordered Emil, but Lalli's voice begged and Emil bit hit lip.

"No."

"Take", Lalli tried again.

"No."

Emil hit the cup over Lalli again. He heard Lalli's light steps leaving the room again, heard him talking to Tuuri and then he came back inside, the cup once more coming into Emil's view.

"Please", Lalli tried this time. "Will help."

Emil tried glaring at Lalli, but when he saw him all wet after the two cups Emil had thrown at him the knot in his stomach grew bigger and he looked away again.

"...Sorry. About the..."

He gestured vaguely in Lalli's direction. The bed creaked when Lalli settled down on it.

"It's okay."

Silence, but after a minute Emil settled up, held his hand out. Lalli looked it, looked at Emil and gave him the cup. Emil let out a sigh, drank it and then laid back down again. Lalli took the cup again, patted Emil's shoulder and sat in silence on the bed. Emil didn't say anything either, he kept his eyes on the wall. After about ten miutes he felt the pain subsiding, another ten minuter later it was hardly present and he yawned, closed his eyes.

"God natt", Lalli said and second after Emil was sleeping.