would you follow me?

I've heard it helps if you yell," she muttered briefly with her dark lips to his ear as she nuzzled him comfortingly. Affection had not been a very frequent occurrence for him growing up, all of Nysa’s love went to his uncle Deimos. As a child Ox had been reduced to begging for his mother’s love during the dark winter nights, and even then she hadn’t often acquiesced. Oxide froze at her touch as she shifted to his wounded chest. The throbbing hadn’t stopped and he doubted she could make it feel any worse until her tongue was on his open flesh.

She hadn’t lied, it was incredibly painful as she tended to his wounds. Ox tried his best to keep himself silent but as she uttered a few comforting murmurs he felt himself lose control. He whined through gritted teeth as he refrained from retaliating to the pain. His breathing hitched again as she worked, little sounds of discomfort filtered through his lips as she did what was necessary, though the moss was the worst of it as she placed it carefully.

"I need to find some wild lettuce…” He opened his deep ruby gaze from the pain induced squint as she explained her next move. ”I can’t sleep..” He tried to protest about the wolverine returning, or another wolf stumbling upon them and wishing them harm. He sighed heavily as she did as she bid anyway while he remained in his odd position, his left leg pulled close to his side so he didn’t touch the wounds at his chest.

He didn't know what to say so he started by rambling, having no idea how long she might take. ”This really fucking hurts now,” he muttered probably too quiet for her to hear as she was off doing her activities. What else did he say? He started to sing less than amusedly, ”I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts.” He winced at the pain of using his lungs so heavily. ”There they are a’standing in a row.” A little cough as he felt his breath hitch. ”Bum, bum, bum.. big ones. Small ones.” How long was she going to take? ”Some as big as your head.”