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I wake, eyes wide from reliving the past of the scar and I look around, realizing I'm partially safe in my cabin.
I twitch and growl in my sleep repeatedly, the poison reaching my system.
My eyes are dull as I'm barely conscious.
I nod slightly, eyes closing slightly and my fingers unfurling my fingers from the bed, my body appearing to become less tense.
I look slightly worried but it clears and I lay down "How long till it's gone?" I ask, my voice appearing muffled.
"I can save myself." I retort sharply, watching cautiously as you wrap the wound. "It's.... Black?" I ask slowly.
I hiss in pain and curl my fingers into the bed. "I don't need help!" I snarl trying to distract myself.
I shrug, knowing it's the wrong thing to do. "Ok. I'll just go to my shelter. I can wait it out there." I reply quietly.
I put my head in my hand. "It's personal. No one knows of it. Try putting the pieces together." I mutter as I lay down. Where is a healer when ya...
I sigh "I can't. I've unfinished business." I mutter clenching my hands in a fist.
I shake my head "Nothing you could've done. I don't stay with people... Well, look what just happened. This is why." indicates the now black...
I look at the wound "Geh... I shouldn't have been sleeping in a tree. I should've went straight to the shelter." I reply calmly, eyes returning to...
I feel movement and I snap out of a phase "It hurts..." I mumble quietly.
I'm lost in thought, not hearing Smighter.
I go in and out of consciousness and lean up grunting in pain. "Geh... I knew I should've continued to the shelter! Those Assassin Rogues have...
I open my eyes breathing in deeply and I barely move my hand, showing the not so bad part of the wound is purple. "I thi.. nk the arro... w was...
My hand is covering the wound and my eyes are closed tightly as though in pain, my eyes clenched shut.
* :'DD
CHEESEMUFFIN SILVERPANDA OR WHATEVER HIS NAME IS FEATHERHUNTER :|DD (this is a joke)
I wake up, barely breathing as the wound from the arrow is starting to turn to a purplish black. "e....rk...." I hiss weakly.