Come with me if you want to live

If he had been able to speak, he would have snapped at the small fae, told her to use her eyes! Did he look alright? No! Could he stand? Oh yeah of course, he was just laying in a heap on the ground because it looked comfortable! Still, he shifted and tried to put his weight on his fore, right limb. No good, pain lanced through it like a hot iron. "Broken for sure," he growled, feeling light-headed from the shock. "This is going to be a bitch when the buzz wears off. Fuck your monster, take me somewhere I can lay down," he ordered, as if he had any right. But honestly, it was her fault that he was in this situation to begin with!