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"Yeah, well, the rest of you says 'pain good,' 'cause you hurt so bad you have to get treated instead of ignoring it," Bloodwing winked, entering the den and grabbing some sturdy sticks to splint Scarletnight's leg. After padding the splint with lambs' ears leaves, he put a thick wrapping of broad grass around it. "There, that should help until Thorntalon can take a better look at it. I would recommend staying off it a few days, but . . ." he rolled his eyes. "I know it's a losing battle."
she tries to get up "i am not going OT sit down and wait" she growls
Bloodwing sighed. "I thought as much. Go on, try and be invincible. Just stick close to the clan, in case we need to re-splint--" suddenly, Bloodwing smelled something, but was taken aback. Alarmed, he peered around the corner, but saw nobody. But why was he smelling Hackleclan scent . . .? Sharply, his grey eyes focused on Scarletnight. "Just where were you when you got injured?"