be the lightning in me

He struggled with each breath but they came every time, but even as he managed to breath he could feel himself dying. The steady cold grasp that originated at his belly, fiery and painful in a way he was only just coping with as he fought to save his own life. He was struck by just how strongly he felt his will to live. He leaned back against the bank and the thick grass, it cushioned his massive frame as he exposed the wound. Washed with river water but gaping, for a moment he thought he was going to see all of his insides hanging out. He might have accepted death at that point but as he looked over the massive gash he was relieved to find his guts still in their place.
A nervous chuckle left him as he grew a bit delirious, at the pain and the sight of seeing himself laid open like this. Only his incredible resolve, and the appearance of the hunted girl, kept him stationary. If he passed out now he’d lose the battle. Another chuff of amusement in a situation that was anything but. Indigo was in real danger of losing his life. Suddenly it was not only the pressure of his own paw holding himself together but the stranger as well. Indigo was trying to keep his eyes open but found he was already blinking up at her. She needed direction and he needed to give it if he wanted to get out of this.

”I couldn’t… just… stand there.” He was wasting what breath he could come by as he tried to explain himself as he displayed his random bits and pieces of plants. The wound was kind of clean, he needed something to stave off infection and hold him together so he stopped bleeding. His stomach was the worst of his wounds, it needed the most attention. He gasped again and tried to point with one paw as he kept the other to his wound. ”Horsetail and goldenseal.” What they really needed was a trained healer that wasn’t currently bleeding out.