Sorry I'm Late
07-02-2015, 01:53 AM
His breathing had grown calmer by now, the male resting practically all day and well into the night. He was in a deep slumber, at least until a voice so familiar charged into his head that he thought perhaps he was dreaming...or dead. "Do I look alright?" He hoped so, because he felt like shit! One undamaged eyelid opened to reveal a glassy gaze, the male still disoriented from whatever had transpired. To his amazement, he wasn't dead...though at this point he wished he was because his body still hurt as if he'd been struck by a train, then drowned, and like someone had set fire to his face. The wound he had acquired had been numbed before, though since his head had dried, he could feel it.
Painfully, he slipped his paws beneath his body and slowly pulled himself into a sitting position. The face of one he would never forget swam into his vision, though he could only see with his right eye at the moment, the left would be swollen shut. "Quelt...you're alive?" He hadn't expected to run into his brother, but he was glad. Even though he wouldn't admit it. He was in mild disbelief, his head still pounding with a fierce headache, this all could still be a dream, but he doubted it. The pain was way too real for that. |
