Doctor Doctor tell me the news

Her voice was surprisingly steady, for all that she looked like shit. “Well… good.” He said, shuffling a paw and frowning at her. “I’ve, er, got you, I guess.” He said, committing to her cause with a sigh. “So lean back and let me listen to your breathing for a moment” he frowned at her again, and nudged her to lie the way he wished. His paws were firm, but gentle. Careful not to brush against the crystals growing cruelly from her cuts and eye.

He leaned forward, listening to the rattling of her breathing, and felt the head through her forehead. Just like the wolves in Armada, it presented itself almost like a fever. Despite the very obvious differences in a normal sickness. “Are you in much pain?” he asked her softly, scrambling through the bag he had snagged from Abaven with a sigh.

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