Please Help Me...
02-21-2015, 04:55 PM
His what now? His mother? Warja shook her head. No, they could tell sad stories later. She didn't need to know the why or the how; the damage done was all she needed to know. "No," she commanded to silence the flow of words that couldn't help her help him. "I need you to tell me about what's wrong." Was there more than what she could see? Injuries below the surface? She needed to know. "We can talk about your mother later, right now I need to know if there's anything wrong that I can't see." She paused, then, "I'm taking you back to my pack." That probably should have been a question, although she wasn't really asking. He needed more care than just a leaf filled loogie smeared across his bite wounds. In her stores she had a wide variety of plant mixes for everything from pain control to antiseptics - both of which he needed. |
