twist my leg why don't you
hattori
10-28-2020, 03:05 PM
Likely she was going to have to rely on him so much more now that her leg would be of little to no use for who knew how long. She lamented silently as she managed to get somewhat comfortable atop Hattori’s broad back. His movements interrupted her with every step though, so she already knew the return trip would be as difficult as getting to the border on her own.
Her limbs were still covered in the muck from the swamp but Hattori didn’t seem to mind too much. Maybe she’d help him clean off what she’d gotten on him later. Once she was more awake and could think clearly enough to not suggest that she give her shinobi a bath.
She very nearly lost consciousness on the way, though he was careful the girl remained tensed as he moved along. He could have mentioned her weight though, Venom wouldn’t have remembered. She would have taken it as a compliment, though by the time she was healed much of that muscle weight would be gone from disuse. After a long treck, and Venom almost losing consciousness more than once, Hattori was finally putting her down.
Venom groaned softly as she lay back on her side, resisting the urge to curl into a ball. The effort pulled a soft whimper from her lips, but it was cut off as her body relaxed against the furs. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was quick but steady. Iolaire would arrive soon, and she would be patched up by the time she woke up.
-time skip-
The pain was dulled as much as her mind still was. Venom wasn’t thinking clearly but she felt much better. Her leg throbbed, but it was no longer the unbearable pain. Her breathing was steady, her form still, but silently her eyes fluttered open. She barely remembered how she’d wound up like this, but Hattori was at the forefront of her mind, he’d carried her back here to the palace. How much time had passed since then? There as a fire in the hearth but no light coming in from outside. It was night, but how many nights since her return?
She sighed softly, feeling the heavy effects of her wound on her body. She was still and sore, and wanted so badly to get up and stretch.
Her limbs were still covered in the muck from the swamp but Hattori didn’t seem to mind too much. Maybe she’d help him clean off what she’d gotten on him later. Once she was more awake and could think clearly enough to not suggest that she give her shinobi a bath.
She very nearly lost consciousness on the way, though he was careful the girl remained tensed as he moved along. He could have mentioned her weight though, Venom wouldn’t have remembered. She would have taken it as a compliment, though by the time she was healed much of that muscle weight would be gone from disuse. After a long treck, and Venom almost losing consciousness more than once, Hattori was finally putting her down.
Venom groaned softly as she lay back on her side, resisting the urge to curl into a ball. The effort pulled a soft whimper from her lips, but it was cut off as her body relaxed against the furs. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was quick but steady. Iolaire would arrive soon, and she would be patched up by the time she woke up.
-time skip-
The pain was dulled as much as her mind still was. Venom wasn’t thinking clearly but she felt much better. Her leg throbbed, but it was no longer the unbearable pain. Her breathing was steady, her form still, but silently her eyes fluttered open. She barely remembered how she’d wound up like this, but Hattori was at the forefront of her mind, he’d carried her back here to the palace. How much time had passed since then? There as a fire in the hearth but no light coming in from outside. It was night, but how many nights since her return?
She sighed softly, feeling the heavy effects of her wound on her body. She was still and sore, and wanted so badly to get up and stretch.