“Fuck…”

This was the first and only word that escaped from Amycus’ mouth as he apparated back to the apartment he shared with Alecto above her apothecary. He immediately leaned his back against his dresser that was off to the side, carefully removing his mask and his robes, just getting back from Godric’s Hollow. He was certain that he was bleeding in several places, since he could feel the moisture against the cloth of his shirt as he took off the extra fabric. He left everything crumpled in a pile next to the piece of furniture he had been leaning against, pushing himself into a standing position as he raised a hand to his forehead, feeling the thick substance that had dripped down the side of his face. His jaw clenched as he looked at the crimson liquid on his fingertips before he looked towards the door, his stomach churning as he did so.

But it wasn’t because of the blood. No, he had seen his fair share of blood, and he had caused quite a bit of it to spill, but he was uneasy because his sister hadn’t returned yet. The youngest Carrow could only imagine what the hell kind of fight his sister had gotten into, since he himself had spent half the night fighting off someone he couldn’t even see. He had hit whoever it was quite a few times, blindly aiming spells in the man’s general direction, but Amycus had admittedly taken most of the blows…and his entire body was aching because of it.

He limped slightly as he paced from side to side, holding onto a gash that was in his side before he sat down on the bed, wincing as he did so. Shutting his eyes, he steadied his breathing, currently hunched over with a hand gripping at his side, knowing that he was just going to drive himself nuts if he kept watching the door every five seconds. He had a feeling she was going to apparate and scare the living shit out of him by just appearing in the middle of the room, but as long as she came back, he didn’t care.

Or, well, he’d care, but at least he’d know she was still alive.