Two for One
Who: Breacan and Eothian.
When: Bendy time.
Where: Hell.
Eothian's POV

Note: Drabble. Unbeta blah blah. (Meta knowledge unless otherwise known.)

Breacan rolled on his side, and grimaced. Groaning loudly, he turned on his back again, the pain reminded him of his cracked ribs. The shift of position didn’t help. Every inch of his body hurt. He was exhausted as much as he was hurt. The only thing he could think about was Eothian’s, victorious, last words.

He looked over at the lieutenant lying on the infirmary bed, opposite him. Eothian looked like Breacan felt. The captain remembering Eothian’s words, pulled his pillow from underneath his head and threw it at the lieutenant,

“We showed them.” Said Breacan, laughing at Eothian.