The New World

Chapter 11

It was a long journey home, or at least it felt long. The sun was setting by the time Jim returned to the docks, he didn't return with anything besides himself and the things he brought with him. He was sore all over, especially his shoulder where he was stabbed, and just wanted to lay down. Once he arrived back home he threw the bag to the ground and took off his coat, which was covered in blood that was either his own or the women's, and tossed it on the floor too. The sound of the bag hitting the floor alerted Turg and he came down from the upper level to see Jim standing there with blood all over him. He was wearing nothing but his underwear still. With wide eyes Turg asked "What happened?"
"It's a long story, but basically I got attacked and I did what I had to do." Jim answered as he rubbed the back of his head with his hand. Turg then asked "Is Jim hurt?"
Jim then took his hand off his head and looked at Turg to say sarcastically "Not a chance, I am totally not bleeding out still."
Turg then gave Jim a confused look and then said "Okay, Turg help clean then."
He then picked up Jim's coat and tried to walk away. Jim stopped him and said "You can do that too but I am still bleeding."
"Why didn't Jim tell Turg?" Turg turned around to ask Jim with a concerned look on his face. Jim responded by asking "Can you not detect sarcasm?" 
Turg shook his head as he then placed Jim's coat on the counter. He then asked "Where is Jim hurt?" 
Jim then pointed to his left shoulder and said "I was stabbed right here."
Turg then put his hands over his shoulder and did his magic. The pain coming from there then disappeared and he was able to move his left arm properly again. Turg then asked "Any more?"
Jim then exposed his right wrist and said "This is the only other major one."
He then ripped out the thread and reopened the wound, it hurt a lot more now but Jim didn't show it. Turg then put his hands on Jim's wrist and did his magic again, his hands were now covered in Jim's blood which disturbed him. 
"Alright, thanks Turg." Jim said as he pulled his hand away and started to take his bloodstained shirt off. Once it was off he placed it next to his coat on the counter and said "Gonna have to figure out how to clean those, I mean I know how, just need to find the right stuff."
Jim then looked at his legs and said "Can't really see the stains on these jeans because they're already so dark." 
When Jim looked back up he saw that Turg was staring at his torso with his head slightly tilted and a confused look again. Jim smiled and said "I guess we've reached the point where you can see me shirtless already." 
"Jim don't have scars." Turg said with genuine confusion. Jim didn't know what Turg was talking about so he asked "What do you mean?"
Turg didn't answer, instead he looked at his own chest and then back up at Jim. Jim noticed he had very faded scars under his pecs and immediately knew what it meant. 
"If you don't mind me asking, did you have surgery at some point in your life?" Jim asked as he put his hands together. Turg shrugged his shoulders in response and then changed the subject by saying "Jim still have blood."
"Yeah I do, I am still alive, unless you mean the blood that isn't inside me. Should probably do something about that." Jim responded as he realized he should clean himself off before he goes back to bed, though he wasn't too sure how as he doubted the place would have running water. There was a lot of snow outside however and Jim got an idea. 
"Turg, have you seen any buckets or big plastic containers here?" Jim then asked Turg who immediately perked up and quickly went back up the ladder. When Jim wandered over to the ladder Turg dropped a metal bucket down and it nearly hit Jim. 
"Hey! Watch it!" Jim exclaimed while Turg looked down at him from the upper level. Jim then picked up the bucket and went outside to gather some snow with it. Turg climbed down and stepped outside too so he could watch. Once Jim gathered enough he used his magic to melt it all, turned to face Turg and said "This is probably a bad idea."
Jim then poured the melted snow over himself, it was freezing but it washed most of the blood off. 
"HOLY SHIT!" Jim shouted as he threw the bucket and ran back inside. Turg went back in after him as Jim then took his shoes and jeans off. Turg tried to hug him to warm him back up but Jim quickly left the room before Turg could. Jim went back into the bedroom and started searching through the dresser for clothes he could wear, preferably loose and comfortable clothing. While Jim was searching Turg came up from behind him and hugged Jim, startling him a bit. Jim noticed that Turg was very warm but he didn't feel like being hugged at the moment.
"I appreciate it, but can you let me go? I am not entirely in the mood for that." Jim told Turg as he stopped and backed away a bit. Jim had picked out a pair of dark green sweatpants and a blue tank top with black trimmings, similar to one he had many years ago. He put them on while Turg stood at the doorway while flapping his hands around for a few seconds before asking "Jim tired?"
"Yes, Jim is tired. Jim is going to bed, Turg can either do the same or stay up." Jim answered as he sat down on the bed and rubbed his eyes under his glasses with his hands a bit. Turg didn't say anything else, instead he left to possibly go back to wherever he liked to hang out. Jim then put his glasses on the nightstand and laid down, hoping that the next day wouldn't involve killing.