The doctor was exaimining the wound on her arm, "How did this happen?"
"A guard." Ezio explained simply. Trying to avoid as much of the details as possible. "He pinned me to a wall with knives. One managed to cut me when he pulled them out."
With a nod of understanding, the doctor began to go through his supplies. "I could put on some leeches to soak up some blood before I close the wound. Seeing as washing it won't stop the bleeding long enough."
This made Ezio make a face at the thought of her blood being sucked out, and shook her head, "N-no. Can we just avoid the leeches? Please?"
"Ah I see, you're nervous." The doctor seemed to assume. "Alright, I won't. But I'll still need to clean the wound and stitch it shut." He took out a cloth and started to dab at the gash, only causing it to sting. When he finished, he brought out a needle and thread and promised, "I'll try to be gentle."
Upon those words, he threaded the needle into her skin, making her whince and bite at her lip. Ezio wasn't sure if La Volpe had noticed the pained expression as the doctor was closing her wound until...
She felt a hand meet her free one that was clenched on the table, allowing her to grasp onto it and squeeze the fingers. But when she looked to the owner, Volpe seemed to show no sign of feeling pain from his fingers next to being crushed.
When the doctor finished, Ezio let her friend's hand go, fighting off the heat of embarrassment from reaching her face. The doctor wrapped the wound and Volpe paid for the servies, allowing them to leave. Both silent about the visit to the doctor for the rest of the walk back to Leonardo's.
When they reached the inventor's workshop, they were pleased to see Machiavelli and Leonardo still there. Ezio, by then, had pulled down her sleeve to cover the bandages.
"How was you're walk?" Machiavelli asked from his spot beside Leonardo, he hadn't looked up, he was still looked down at the Apple with the artist.
La Volpe was first to answer, "It was fine. Just a walk was all." If something did happen at all, Volpe clearly knew how to hide it in both his voice and features.
La Volpe went back tot he couch, and sprawled out on it once more, crossing his ankles on the arm of the furniture. His arms resting on his stomach casually.
Ezio, meanwhile, was about to seat herself when he asked, "Are you going to sit on the chair, or on me?"
It was almost comical how she stiffened and glared with pinkened cheeks. Which made him chuckle to himself. Although annoying Ezio seemed to be amusing, and it was, he wasn't sure if there was something else in it also. Maybe he... no. What am I thinking? That's just...
In the middle of his thoughts, he didn't realize that Machiavelli had sat down in the chair and Ezio was once again seated on his stomach. Dispite her being sort of heavy, he could easily say it was better to have her sitting on him in her current state than if she were to suddenly turn into a man again and sit on him. And yet again, he realized that his thoughts had left to some strange mix of nonsense and random. Again...
What seemed like hours later, he was laying there half awake, dazily watching Leonardo pacing around. Ezio was leaned up against the back of the couch, and Machiavelli had left a bit ago. Claiming that he had to be sure the recruits hadn't dystoried the hideout while he was gone.
La Volpe sighed, shutting his heavy eyes as darkness took him to a light sleep.