Lets Play Doctor

After the herbs had seeped into his system and caused a fuzziness to settle over his skin while it dulled the sharp pain from his wounds, Tira told him to spit them out so he complied willingly and did just that. It took a couple tries to get all the mushed up pulp of the leaves from under his tongue, but eventually there was a clump of the mushed up green leaves off to the side on the grass. The marijuana had done its job and helped him relax his tense muscles, easing his racing thoughts a bit and that effect only got stronger the longer it had to take effect. Unfortunately time was short and Tira did have to get to work on his tail and when she reminded him not to move with an apology he braced himself for whatever it was she was going to have to do to fix it.

The sharp stinging from the liquid she poured over his wounds made him suck in a breath through his teeth, the breath leaving again in a hiss as he struggled to fight the instinct to pull away at the sudden reintroduction of pain and discomfort through the filter of the drugs he was being influenced by. He was certain that it wasn't as bad as it could have been otherwise, but it still wasn't a good time. The one thing about this stuff was even though it did dampen the pain, it also made it harder to control his reactions so while he probably would have sat more still without it, he would have had a lot louder and probably more expletive filled reaction as well. It was a give and take and it meant that Tira was having to hold down his tail to keep it from twitching and pulling away on instinct. She reminded him again to hold still and he grumbled between pained, slightly dazed grunts, muttering, "I'm trying." His front paws gripped at the ground, tearing up the grass a bit while he tried to focus on tearing into the soil there to deflect this need to move instead of letting his tail wriggle.

After a bit more of this and feeling a more constant pressure around that portion of his tail, Tira eventually declared that she was done. Cína let out a slow sigh through his teeth, his golden eyes fluttering a bit from the combination of the subsiding sharp pain, the drugs she had given him, and the lingering effects of his blood loss. His head felt light and swimming, but he was still very much conscious. The pain settled into a low, aching throb now that the bandages she had put on were lightly compressing the wound and the splints kept him from accidentally bending or moving any of the damaged muscles and tendons. It was a weird combination of being aware and out of it at the same time and he wasn't really thinking clearly enough to figure out where that feeling was coming from. When Tira spoke to get his attention he blinked and lifted his gaze up to her face, focusing in on her even though he struggled to fully process what she was saying.

A little grin tugged at his lips as he looked at her, taking in her pretty features from her light blue eyes to her slender, feminine face, even looking at her cute, folded over ears that he regretted ever making fun of once upon a time. Completely missing everything she was asking of him and saying, he replied, "You're so pretty, Tira..." He grinned a little wider and chuckled as he reached out a heavy foreleg to wrap it around her sides, pulling her much smaller frame down onto the ground with him as he started to roll onto his side. Even though his movements were much more clumsy and messy in his current state, he could still manage to get the smaller wolf-dog down beside him and pull her into him, hugging her to his chest. Still dazed and a bit out of it, he nuzzled one of her soft, velvety ears while he held her, marveling at the feeling of the short, soft fur that covered the uniquely floppy appendage. His brain slowly began to catch up with the situation and remember what she had just saved him from so he gave her a squeeze in his embrace and added, "Thanks for helping me... You're a real good healer..."

"Cináed"