Weeks. It's been weeks...maybe month. Perhaps a year. Since Slightly has been in the good graces of Peter Pan. Those days were well behind him and he had taken up entertaining himself in many other ways - wandering the island when he could be alone, or find Tink and spend time with her. He had found plenty of things to keep him away from Peter and the other lost boys, where he didn't belong. He had at one time and now he never would again.
So he found ways to entertain himself.
Today had been a day, though, that he shouldn't have left. He had left the camp in a bad mood due to a small fight he had had, his feet stomping through the mud sending it up to join the stains on his pants that were already there. He hadn't expected actually finding people other than those he already knew existed here on the island - but he had, and it had ended poorly for him.
While he was good at fighting, knives and all, he hadn't expected someone to actually get the best of him and feign one way and quickly slash as he moved back. The skin ripping across from his side to his navel and the burning that quickly followed. Stumbling back he lost his footing and fell back, landing too hard on his back, feeling the wind knocked out of him as blood stained his shirt, cloak, everything. Managing to get one last knife out he tossed it, and heard the sound of the other in pain, which was enough to get the lost boy over and up, moving.
Vision blurring and pain rippling up his body with each step it took Slightly little longer to return to the camp than he thought it would, and by the time he got back the blood had spread onto his arm from holding his stomach. It didn't take anyone in close proximity to get up and grab onto him, causing him to attempt to fight, but he was too weak, and so he gave himself to the other's who were calling for help for him.
Soon they had him reclined back, shirt off, patching up the wound. He had been stupid to go alone, but he didn't care. As long a Pan didn't show up he'd be good.
