Because Of You
08-01-2013, 07:32 PM
Cut me loose
My parachute won't let me fall Don't be afraid of a chance for a miracle
Luckily the wire-haired stranger seemed less curious about Orica's presence than Orica was about her. She just sort of accepted the little healer's help and sat off to the side - saying only that the injured male was her friend. At least, that's what Orica thought she was saying. The strange canine's muzzle fur made her look so old - but she had the energy of a yearling and the speech pattern of a pup. Of the two, the cat seemed more sensible and in control, but, at least while Orica was around, he didn't say much. That was when the black male started moving. Orica didn't act quick enough to keep him from looking at his leg, but at least the sight of it didn't sent him back into a swoon. He was able to hang onto consciousness despite the pain that was no down burning like a fire through his body. He needed some kind of pain medicine. Orica had some willow twigs but those wouldn't be strong enough. She took a little hop towards her bag - What else did she have? But her eyes were drawn back to her pacient as he spoke. Gods above, he even smiled and wagged his tail - all for the strange girl. She looked overjoyed. "Bob", it seemed, had a very loyal friend - possibly even an admirer. Even as Orica began to smile, however, she felt a pang of pain twist her insides. To think... this is what Demyan would've destroyed. Enough damage was done as is, of course, but - if he had kept going... Orica shook her head feircly. It didn't bare thinking about. She was working hard. She could keep this male alive. It would be okay. No one had to die. This story could still have a happy ending for those two. As for Orica.... she didn't know. "Please you must take it easy," Orica said to both of them ever so gently. At another time she might've chuckled at the grey girl's antics, but any laugh would've caught in her throat. "Here," said the healer, depositing a thin, waxy root before the black male's muzzle. "This'll help with the pain." Poppy root. She'd found a feild of the gorgeous yellow flowers while on her sojurns in the south. Boy was she happy that she'd taken the time to dig a few up. "You're safe now," she went on, hastening to soothe whatever fears might lay in the male's mind. "You're-you're gonna be okay." She meant that. She really did. It had been touch and go there for a bit, but the fact that he had come out of that shock induced blackness, meant worlds. The pain had to be terrible, of course, and he'd be handicapped at some level for the rest of his life - but he was still going to have a life. A life with friends it seemed. Who could ask for more? Speaking of asking- Orica didn't know what she was going to do if the male started spouting off questions. She didn't want to think about Demyan right now. She just wanted to be happy for this odd trio of friends. Why couldn't she just be happy? She'd saved a life! She should be ecstatic. ....But no. Because somewhere deep down she felt that she was, in a way, responsible for the incident in the first place. She was the one who'd healed the marbled grey hunter, even when he'd professed to be a killer. She'd let this happen. And she only wished she could do more. |
Current time: 11-22-2024, 01:00 PM
Powered By MyBB, © 2002-2024 MyBB Group.
