(OOC): Go ahead and skip Fenrir's turn also so this can go extra fast :3
Fenrir was getting fatigued trying to keep up with the blur of motion and conversation going on around him. The pain he felt was almost dulled away, as though it were distant, but still there. How strange... and he had no idea if it was just the bump on the head that caused this or the stuff these healers were putting on him.
With his delirious outbursts and concerns, he sees Beige crack a smile... and it makes him feel nice that he had made her smile in the midst of her aggravation. She worried that the rest of her pride had not come to help him... and for some reason that lack of interest from the others felt very familiar to him. He tried to sigh, but winced when his ribs contested to his deep breath, forcing him to exhale.
The Blotchy female was trying her best to stifle the bleeding, trembling as she worked hurriedly. It made Fenrir feel quite bad for her. She was nervous, and that made him nervous... but she was doing the best she could. He lifted a bloody, briny paw to her arm and touched her gently. His eyes hardly able to open, but he tried to look at her with genuine gratitude.
"Hey, look... don't worry too much. I'm sure I got myself into this... in the first place, eh?"
He said, trying to make her feel better in his delirium. He didn't' know if it worked, but hey, he tried right? he turned to Beige then as she spoke up, about having to remove his ribs. His ears fell back and his eyes widened (as much as they could, at least). She didn't look too confident about it, either.
"That... that's going to be - risky - isn't it?"
He whispered to her as an irregular breath pushed past his ribs. Ugh. He didn't have a choice. His heart began to race, his blood pressure picking up at the thought of a surgery! A primal fear was beginning to take hold and his breath became more rapid.
"At least knock me out, okay? ... Please promise to knock me out."
He begged and tried to look at Beige to catch her gaze. If she didn't listen to anything he had to say, at least let her hear that! He didn't really feel too keen about going through a gazelle simulator during the part where it becomes lunch! His breath sent pain to his head with each rise and fall of his broken ribs. His head suddenly began to ache terribly and with the elevated stress, suddenly everything went black. He had lost consciousness.
Well, that knock out took care of itself.
@Starling @Echo @Cressida
Fenrir was getting fatigued trying to keep up with the blur of motion and conversation going on around him. The pain he felt was almost dulled away, as though it were distant, but still there. How strange... and he had no idea if it was just the bump on the head that caused this or the stuff these healers were putting on him.
With his delirious outbursts and concerns, he sees Beige crack a smile... and it makes him feel nice that he had made her smile in the midst of her aggravation. She worried that the rest of her pride had not come to help him... and for some reason that lack of interest from the others felt very familiar to him. He tried to sigh, but winced when his ribs contested to his deep breath, forcing him to exhale.
The Blotchy female was trying her best to stifle the bleeding, trembling as she worked hurriedly. It made Fenrir feel quite bad for her. She was nervous, and that made him nervous... but she was doing the best she could. He lifted a bloody, briny paw to her arm and touched her gently. His eyes hardly able to open, but he tried to look at her with genuine gratitude.
"Hey, look... don't worry too much. I'm sure I got myself into this... in the first place, eh?"
He said, trying to make her feel better in his delirium. He didn't' know if it worked, but hey, he tried right? he turned to Beige then as she spoke up, about having to remove his ribs. His ears fell back and his eyes widened (as much as they could, at least). She didn't look too confident about it, either.
"That... that's going to be - risky - isn't it?"
He whispered to her as an irregular breath pushed past his ribs. Ugh. He didn't have a choice. His heart began to race, his blood pressure picking up at the thought of a surgery! A primal fear was beginning to take hold and his breath became more rapid.
"At least knock me out, okay? ... Please promise to knock me out."
He begged and tried to look at Beige to catch her gaze. If she didn't listen to anything he had to say, at least let her hear that! He didn't really feel too keen about going through a gazelle simulator during the part where it becomes lunch! His breath sent pain to his head with each rise and fall of his broken ribs. His head suddenly began to ache terribly and with the elevated stress, suddenly everything went black. He had lost consciousness.
Well, that knock out took care of itself.
@Starling @Echo @Cressida
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