Recovery
02-04-2016, 08:46 PM
Wyndelin lay there twitching, eyes still wide open but not really seeing anything. "I can't… believe… we survived that…..GABE WE ARE SO AWESO-" Wynd couldn't finish before he started a coughing fit that resulted in him retching up more water. Ow, ow ow. Wynde winched. His chest hurt, his head hurt, he hurt everywhere and moved to snuggle closer to his brother to try and escape the shivering that wracked his body. He was caked with mud but suddenly he grinned and turned to his brother. "Betcha wish you had brown fur now, huh? Can't tell I've got mud." Wynde beamed at Gabriel who was staring off in the distance. He was just about to say something when Gabriel asked him if he saw a bright guy? Huh what where? Wyndelin turned to see….. his head tilted to the side. What. Was. That. "I see it Gabe…. what what do you think he is?" He looked like he was cut out of the stars, the heavens…oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Tears suddenly started to sting Wyndelin's eyes. "Gaaaabeeee… Gabe we're dead aren't we?" "Talk" "You" Think |