On Death and Dying
She watched in horror as Finch began to spasm more, convulsing and then the most horrifying scream she had ever heard in her short life. Her ears flattened to her head, eyes closing tightly as she whined and tried to cover her ears with her paws. This was a nightmare! She couldn't even begin to imagine what the other girl was going through, but it left Quake shaking and fearful. Crimson eyes opened a bit, seeking out her uncle who seemed to be the only one remaining calm and keeping his composure. How did he do that? Wasn't he scared too? She was terrified and it didn't help when she saw the red wolfess crying too. What was going to happen? What if they couldn't help Finch? Her chest started heaving as she felt panic grip her, eyes squeezing shut again. All she could hear was the screaming, and then she would jolt up with her fur sticking on end when her uncle was standing beside her, calm words piercing through the nightmare that was happening. Shaking, she nodded as she tried to concentrate. She couldn't be afraid, she couldn't run away no matter how bad she wanted to. Starling needed help, and she would never forgive herself if she left him and his sister hanging. With a quiet nod to her uncle, she watched him return to help hold down the seizing girl while she went to Starling and received her instructions.
By this point, she couldn't speak anymore. Instead, she nodded once as she tried to keep her limbs from shaking. Picking up the moss, she waited for Starling to give his sister the herbs and painfully watched as he forced her to swallow. This was her cue, wasn't it? Quake stepped forward and placed the moss to Finch's lips, practically squeezing it between her lips and teeth so that she could better get the water into her mouth. Without further hesitation, Quake would carefully squeeze the water out of the moss, trying to make sure that not so much was wasted on the already damp ground. Her nose hurt as it was pressing against Finch's jaw and Starling's own muzzle. She had to make sure to do her job right, a life hung in the balance and she would never forgive herself if she messed up and Finch was lost. It terrified her, but somehow...she would try to remain composed if only a little. Tears streamed down her eyes, however, as her heart raced. In a way, they were in a race against time here. And she had no idea if they even had enough time left. "SPEAK" |
