Brandon waited for Ezekiel to speak, but for the longest time the Shifter only examined his wound, so when he did finally speak again Brandon was pulled out of the darkness he had begun to slide into.
"I don't understand this..." Ezekiel sighed to himself.
Brandon exhaled feeling frustrated and sleepy all at once. "What's there to understand? It's a few cuts...."
"Not that...." Ezekiel chuckled dropping his hands from his side. He steeped behind Brandon out of his periphery view. Brandon forced himself to stand and just as he opened his mouth to ask Ezekiel what he was doing he felt Ezekiel hands on the back of his head. His cool fingers caressed the base of his skull where Brandon knew a three pronged scar disappeared up into his hair line.
"This is what I don't understand." Ezekiel told him. "It looks like someone tried to break open your head. Why would someone do this to you?"