ain't this the bloodiest mess in the world?
armada healer - TW gore & mental health
08-24-2023, 09:29 PM
As the adrenaline faded from her system, Hazel found herself declining. She's felt like this before... but that was worse. That was worse than this, but why does she feel so poorly now? Tougher bastards than the one she'd just faced had tried to kill her, and they'd failed. But then... she'd failed too. He wasn't dead. She was bleeding badly, and her adversary lived to fight another day... albeit, he was badly injured too. She clung to Bas's gift, she clung to Bas. "You always have my back." There is a smile in her tone, even if it's rueful. Hazel clung to the boy's side. Her best friend in the whole universe, and here he was, trying to fix her. Trying to keep her held together until help came and picked them up. She clings hard, feeling the exhaustion of the day begin to hit her. Squinting at the approaching figure, she tries for a moment to get up, to return to the on guard position, the moment she realizes that it's not Halo. No one else could see her like this, no one else could see her weak and wounded. Even if it wasn't an enemy, she couldn't be weak where anyone else could see her. The world around her seemed to slip and spin, going out of focus. With a whimper, she collapsed back against Basilisk. "'m wounded, not deaf." She grumbled at Crux, still holding tightly to her boyfriend's side. The words are a harsh grumble. Historically, Hazel has not been an easy patient. Still, in her weakened state, the General knows she needs help. She can't fight back against the healer, and knows what's in her best interest. Hazel tipped her head, baring the open wound where it bled, crusted with dirt and dried blood around the edges. |
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