All Washed Up

By this point, the exhausted male was starting to fade in and out of consciousness. He was exhausted, cold, hungry, felt like he got the shit kicked out of him and the pain was starting to worsen now. He was surprised he had managed to stay awake this long but he supposed the adrenaline was wearing off now. When the pack healer arrived, Gimli shot him an appreciative glance and didn't bother to fight it when Mojito started to put his paws on him. He lied still, one ear cocked towards the warlord as he spoke. He had the feeling he was unwelcome, though it wasn't like he planned on showing up at the border uninvited and this late at night at that. He wanted to respond to Sirius' mention of how far he'd been compared to where he was now, but again, he hadn't planned this. It was likely the waterspout had taken him on a wild ride before dumping him in the ocean, and the currents took it from there.

When Mojito asked him about any other pain, the dwarf tried to sit up but winced and slumped back down while biting back the pain. "I...I think me leg migh' be broken... not sure about anythin' else but I feel like I've been trampled to hell," Still, he feebly attempted to lick himself where he could without upsetting his left hind leg. He couldn't feel his toes on that leg, but everything else seemed to be fine as far as he could tell. Barring the heavy bruising & cuts he had here and there, but he wasn't too concerned about anything other than his leg... he couldn't be an effective fighter if his leg was broken and he didn't know how long it would take to heal...