well well well, if it isn't the consequences of our actions
deion // mature language // birth
02-04-2023, 12:10 AM
The pain in her sides rises up, nearly unbearable. It hurts-- why does it hurt this way? There was something shifting, and around the edges, her vision blurry. What the fuck? "What the fuck," the words were rough in her throat. Sandpaper, not quite dying on her tongue but christ why did it hurt so much. Refusing to show weakness in the face of danger, Jack grit her teeth. She had to. Still, there was something scary about the pain that racked her system. She'd take a concussion over this any day. "It fucking hurts," she was nearly nauseous from the pain. A whimper managed to escape, uncharacteristic as it was. "Just make it stop hurting, man." Jack was woozy where she sat now, staggering deeper into the crypt. She tossed her head as she did, not wanting him to come too close and still... and still. Who knew with her, in a moment like this. She only barely made it to the pile of furs before the fire. |
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