oopsie daisy!

Beauregard · 07-22-2022, 03:47 PM

Beauregard could only hope that she was actually able to help. By her tone, demeanor, and some assuming on his part he figured the woman before him now was a healer of sorts. Just like when he was a pup the ashen cream and black-furred yearling would look to a healer helplessly when he injured himself. He could grasp hunting, fighting, sure… But taking care of his injuries? He was never good at that. Alessa had been the one to help him and Kendrick alike… but he didn’t have a personalized healer anymore. They had gone their separate ways…

The woman examined the embedded shell and stated she would yank it out. It didn’t… sound like it’d feel great, and apparently, it would bleed a lot. His ears lowered as she said that and swallowed hard. Right, he’d be fine. He’d just have to follow her instructions… he’d be okay… hopefully. “I’m uh… not going to bleed out… right?” Maybe it was a bit late to be considering that. He held the paw awkwardly, a soft whine escaping his lips. Was it too late to tell her not to take it out?

The moment she grasped the shell and he felt the strain of it trying to hold onto the paw pad Beau whimpered again, trying to brace himself. By this point, his ears are pinned against his skull, his eyes are widened, and his breathing is coming faster. Being “ready” is an understatement… he is merely rigid as if her pulling this spikey shell out of his paw is going to kill him. He’d never been good at handling an injury, and thus far he’d been lucky in Boreas… He hadn’t really gotten hurt bad enough to need serious help. Until now.

Then when she finally pulls it’s a fluid movement. The spiny shell comes free and a yelp of pain escapes Beau; if one didn’t know better and only heard the yearling they might think someone was being tortured. Blood started to pour from the wound at a rapid rate and Beauregard pales, staring at it in horror for a moment before the healer’s instruction snaps him back into reality. He moves his head to the pad and starts licking as if his life depends on it… for all he knows it could. He knew little about wounds other than they bleed and bleeding a lot was bad… and this one was bleeding a lot.

"Speech," 'Thought.'

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oopsie daisy!

[ beau, healing thread ]

Beauregard