King immediately thanked the moons his feathers couldn’t physically show him blushing of embarrassment. “Oh well no he’s..- he’s not mine, of course. He’s a rescue from the compound we raided the other day.” He said with an embarrassed chuckle. “And….he’s a Lunarwing.”
“yes…Ferrin. I’m awake. What is it? The stitches?” She asked sleepily, peering down at the two of them with her somewhat unsettling deep purple eyes.More light more throbbing pain. More people people people always everywhere always touching, hurting always present- he felt warm hands brush across his chest. Oh gosh, warmth. He needed it. He clung to it. It was cold. It was so cold.
"August." A shadow hung over him, sharpening with each passing moment. Maybe it was-... Ferrin. It was Ferrin. He knew him. Maybe. But he couldn't remember if... If they were friends..
Tobias stared up at the ceiling, a sudden realizing creeping behind his eyes. Gables noticed it immediately, unscrewing the water bottle as he watched Ferrin slowly clean the bullet wound. Tattoos covered half of Tobias' chest, crusted blood seeping across the floral vines snaking around his torso. It was an intricate, delicate design, the spot light a large damask rose. Quite lovely, really.
Tobias' left arm moved to block Ferrin, the dazed look in his eyes long gone. "Don't." He whispered.
Ferrin looked relieved. He sat back, removing his glasses. "It must be treated, Tobias." He glanced at Gables. "Give him some water."
Gables propped Tobias' head up further against his thigh, pushing his weak hand away when Tobias reached for the water bottle.
"Ferrrin, have you hearrd back from Checkpoint One?" Fracture asked from where she leaned against the bars of Rose's cell.
"I have." Ferrin replied, his eyes drawn to Tobias' forearm, which had lost all signs of revivement, a cool frost coating grey, blue skin. "Shipments one and two are safe, no casualties." He reached for his briefcase, frowning when Tobias coughed quite suddenly, every jerk of his body awakening the festering wound in his chest.
"I didn't say drown him." Ferrin snapped, trying to support Tobias as he struggled to sit up, tiny coughs still racking his chest when the fit finally passed. Tobias collapsed back against Gables, pushing the water away with his only free hand, his right hand incapacitated completely.
Gables gently took Tobias' wrist in his hand, moving it back behind the man's head, pinning the forearm as Tobias' head settled back into his lap, his breathing still choppy. He set the water bottle down, looking up at Ferrin for guidance.
The alive look in Tobe's eyes were long gone, replaced by the same unfocused confusion as before. Ferrin pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, returning to his patients wounded chest.
Ferrin made rather quick work of the injury, able to slow the bleeding and wrap the wound. Tobias was a good delirious patient, never once making a sound. But when Ferrin moved to Tobias' forearm, the determined silence ended, and after a few minutes Ferrin sighed, leaning back with a hopeless air, his ears numb to the begging, fevered sobs. "Rose." He whispered, tilting his head back against the bars. "I need your help." He repositioned himself to face the dragon. "Are you awake?" Ferrin quickly remembered the terrible blood loss Rose had suffered, he wouldn't be surprised if she had fainted. The thick bandages around her leg were still an untainted, crisp white, but they were thick, and he suspected any moment the sharp red might begin to peek through. "Rose." He started again, clearing his throat. "Are you awake?"
(Aaah. [Said with little to no passion]iT's aLL gunna
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Shawn Mendes, lokie dokie, please come rescue me now)
Gotcha Chris Hemsworth
I have him flying right above the truck he’s in. So if you wanna have him come fly up there or helios fly down there that’d be ok!
.. Iiii'm.. gunna say that's Cinta.
"No. What exactly did you put in the serum's energy stimulate? I can't-.." he blinked, removing his glasses to rub tired eyes, "I cannot remember."
That must be….this rainwing must know Sol.
"You're son! Daaaang, bro, I didn't know he had an old man." Cinta rolled her eyes, catching herself sliding into Kal and Kassa's slang more than she preferred. But they weren't here. She'd just be have to be sure to lose it before she saw them again.
“Just a high dose of epinephrine and rhodiola plant. But take too my and you’ll be dead within the hour.” She cautioned, wincing as she made a dramatic gesture and disturbed the injured leg.
