My friend Spiritblaze was kind enough to let me borrow one of her characters, Antilochus is based off of a character from the Iliad.

Patroclus bit his lip to keep from crying out as Eudorus touched the tender, bruised skin on his arm.

"Well," the older Myrmidon said, "you definitely did a number on your arm, lad. What did you do, crush it with a war hammer?"

"No" said Achilles before his cousin could respond, "he just didn't tell me about the injury for two days. I swear Patroclus, in all my years, I will never fathom how you managed to hide a broken arm for two WHOLE days."

"I guess I'm just smarter than you," Patroclus said, smirking even though his voice laced with pain.

"Watch it, cub" Achilles said, using his cousin's hated nickname, "I could always break that arm again."

"Fine, fine," Patroclus said, putting his good hand up in surrender, "I'll be quiet now."

As he sat, watching Eudorus clean the broken skin around the break, Patroclus couldn't help but think back to how he had gotten into this whole situation.

"Come on, Patroclus," Antilochus begged, "we're just gonna use wooden swords, it'll be fine."

Patroclus looked at his friend and sighed, "fine," he said after a moment, "but just for a little bit, I won't live to see the end of the week if Achilles finds out I was training without supervision."

The two had been sparring for a while when suddenly, Patroclus lost his concentration for a split second. The feeling of the sword smacking into his arm jarred him roughly back to reality. A fiery pain shot up his arm and he dropped his own weapon. Dropping to his knees, he cradled his injured arm to his chest.

"What did you do?" Antilochus asked

"Me? You're the one who hit me with the sword!"

"Right, dumb question" Antilochus muttered to himself.

"How bad is it?" Patroclus asked, "I really don't want to look."

"Well," Antilochus said, "it's definitely broken."

"Yeah, I got that much," Patroclus said, "is the bone sticking through the skin?"

"I can see a white thing jutting out-"

"Oh, for the love of Ares," Patroclus muttered pulling his hand away.

"What are you going to do?" Antilochus asked.

"Well I'm not going to tell Achilles, that's for sure."

"Why not?" Antilochus asked.

"Because I can handle it," said Patroclus.

His "handling it" lasted for two days before Achilles found out. Patroclus and Antilochus were playing outside when Patroclus suddenly collapsed, gripping his arm. Antilochus ran to get Achilles and that was how the older warrior discovered Patroclus' injury.

Patroclus was jarred out of his thoughts by a sharp pain shooting through his arm.

"Sorry lad," Eudorus, "but I have to set the bone. First I need to push the bone back into your hand; then I can splint it."

Achilles walked over and gently wrapped his arm around his cousin; drawing the boy to lean against his chest.

Patroclus whimpered as felt Eudorus take hold of his arm.

"It's only gonna hurt for little bit," Eudorus said gently, "It will all be over soon. Just take a deep breath and count to five."

"One, two, thr-" CRACK!

Patroclus let out an animalistic groan, tears running down his face in rivulets. Achilles held the boy against him as Eudorus finished setting the child's arm.

"I just don't understand why you hid this from me." Achilles said.

"Didn't wanna be weak," Patroclus said quietly

"Oh, cub," Achilles said gently

"It's alright," he said gently, "it's over now."

"I-it h-hurts," Patroclus sobbed, miserably.

"I know, cub" Achilles murmured, "I'm just gonna hold you for right now."