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Well, sickness was no fun for anyone. Especially not for someone who hated the idea of someone knowing that she was anything other than healthy and fine, the horror. It was a crime, she'd rather sit on a cactus. Unfortunately, hiding the fact she was currently very sick didn't heal her, nor did it mean it just wasn't there. Arrow was in fact very sick and hadn't seen a medic since Delilah was officially announced dead. Not that she didn't like anyone trying to help or that she didn't trust them, Flower Girl just didn't give her a choice. Sniffed out her problems like a damn bloodhound, kept her all wrapped up in bandages when she got her ass fucking maimed. It was nice. But no, that was past. A long time ago, arguably. Ever since her personal nurse was lost to time, she'd gone right back to her nasty ability to avoid any and all medical check ups. How? Well, it was a simple, fool proof plan. She just hid inside her own place for however long it took to wait out the major symptoms, then play it cool. Say it was a stomach bug or hangover, nothing too big or whatever.

But lately she'd been hiding out a long longer than usual, she had gotten real sick this time. Could have been something small and just fucked her immune system into the dirt, that was a pretty likely guess. Couldn't keep a whole lot down, that was gonna kill her weight if it didn't go the fuck away. Her stomach hurt, her throat stung, she felt like death. But would Arrow get her ass up and see someone who could maybe treat her? Of course not! Nah, she pushed on with a steady diet of enough food to feed a kitten and some water, hoping it all passed and left her alone. She was coming up on longer than a week, two, maybe, and it was holding fast. Got worse, even. Well, she'd gotten a short break from it, probably shouldn't have volunteered to do any shit.

Arrow had gone to bed after the sparring, feeling sick again and thinking maybe she'd pushed herself again, and had fucking crashed the entire time up to now, where she was willing to step outside again for some fresh air. It felt way too hot inside, and she couldn't stay comfortable enough to lay around. Granted, she couldn't tell if it was the actual heat or her body raising the temperature to deal with the problem at hand, like some sort of raging infection or something. She didn't actually know how being sick worked.

A heavy wave of nausea struck her mid-thought, and she doubled over in an uncharacteristic display of pain, a series of weak coughs and dry heaving splitting the silence she had attempted to keep in order to not draw any attention to herself. That would have been bad enough, but she swore and spat at sounding so weak in the process. She ran her tongue over her teeth and cringed at the nasty taste left behind from what she assumed was the stomach bug. A gross and unladylike heathen at heart, Arrow spat out the acidic saliva and hissed, finding something else remained on her tongue, something new. Something...wrong. More unsettling than puking your guts up every other day. None of those times had ever left her with a metallic aftertaste. That was new.

Wiping the side of her jaw with a paw, green eyes narrowed at the unusually slick feeling, and she stared down at what she had wiped off, or in reality had smeared over her cheek. It was dark, almost black against her fur. She squinted, more dark dots catching her eye on the ground below. There was a small trail towards her, scattered specks gradually increasing in size the closer they got.

Now, there were few things Arrow know well. Things like making stupid decisions, alcohol, and blood.

This was fucking blood.

And no shortage of it, either. It was everywhere. She'd hacked up blood.

"H-Hey? I, uh....I need help..."

// tl;dr: arrow got sick a while ago and told no one and is now coughing up blood outside

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"I can't keep it down." Arrow shook her head at Leroy's water offer, glad to have some company in her current state, even if it was him just watching her spill her guts. Not exactly a great time for either of them, but it was better than being alone. She snapped her teeth at nothing in particular, spitting some blood tainted saliva into the undergrowth. It just kept coming up it felt like, she couldn't get the taste out no matter how much she tried, if she could try. She was pretty weak as it was, there was no energy left to rinse it all out. Ew.

She'd never met Red, that was true. Normally she'd never be so...vulnerable in front of a stranger, but each passing minute brought more deterioration and a lot more pain. It had congregated in her abdomen, and her first thought was it was just her stomach. Maybe she irritated it with all the sickness. Maybe the blood had something to do with it. In the haze of her borderline agony, the physical contact was heaven sent. She took the hand offered, trying to keep her balance. "Internal...oh shit." She looked down, taking a moment to let it actually click. Was she gonna die?

Arrow sat down where she was told, eyes glassy, swaying back and forth a little bit. She barely felt the touch to her temple, it just felt like...heat. Something vague. She must have leaned into the touch, because seconds later she went down. Face down into the dirt with a quiet groan. Her side spasmed, and there was another series of gross coughs and hacking, but with more audible struggling and more, well, blood. A lot more. Her chin was more than covered, her jaw was stained in the dark, viscous liquid. "Ouch." She muttered, kicking her back leg a bit as if she was making some poor attempt to get back onto her paws. Or maybe she'd just take a nap right here. 

While Wormwood was far from a medical expert, he did have a lot of experience with taking care of the sick, thanks to the fact that his brother had been sick ever since they were young pups, and when their parents weren't around to take care of him, Worm had been forced to hold his pieces together. However, all that Poetking's sickness entailed was fainting spells and dizziness, and a general weakness about him. It did not, thankfully, involve any vomiting up of blood. If it ever had, Worm probably would've never left his side at all, even when Poet snuck off against their parents' wishes to go and do something "fun".

Wormwood had only ever seen someone vomit blood twice. Once was after a particularly vicious fight in the pride, which had ended with one of the fighters taking a particularly enraged slash and kick to the guts. The lion had ended up vomiting blood for several minutes, one of his internal organs ending up slashed inside. The other time had been when one of the elders of the pride had been dying of a plague. In his last few days, he had done nothing but lay around lethargically, coughing and collapsing, and vomiting up the thick red liquid like he had an endless supply of it, before he eventually ended up passing. For Arrow's sake, Worm hoped it wasn't  like the second case. Sure, he didn't really know the others in the group too well yet, but he didn't wish a dragged out and painful sickness death on anyone except the worst of the worst.

Padding over slowly, the lion blinked his calm blue eyes before sitting down outside the range of the blood, looking down for a moment before speaking, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Have you been in any serious fights lately?"[/glow] If she had, then it could just be a simple case of internal bleeding, but that was honestly the best case scenario. He briefly considered whether or not he should introduce himself, but he doubted now was the time. Now, Arrow was probably more worried about herself than anybody else.

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Herbs, medical shit, that’s what she was waiting for. It was about time, not that she was mad. It would have been easier on them if she had gotten up and somewhere they could deal with her sooner, while she had the time and strength. But she did not, and laying on the ground like an actual corpse was not a good look when they finally found her.

Arrow looked up, lifting her head, the only thing she had the strength left to pick up. ”Selby…?” She let out a soft wheeze after the question, glassy green eyes showing nothing besides relief to see the nerdy specialist. The corner of her mouth twitched up into a smile, blood bubbling at her lip. Her vision wouldn’t focus anymore, but she knew it was him, and that was enough just to hear his voice. She chewed at the herbs he offered, all she tasted was the disgusting taste of iron. She needed the water, she was violently thirsty. Really, really dehydrated. She stretched out a paw to gently bap him on the shoulder. ”Hey kid, you’re a good kid. You’ve come real far. Tell Crow I said hi, okay?” Was she delirious? Absolutely. But she meant it. She was so relieved to see him, had he grown? Gotten bigger?

”Fights? No, no fights.” Arrow laid her head down again, one ear pressing against the ground. She quietly spat up more blood, slick and dark, full of black blood clots, like her very insides were liquidating. Somewhere in her soul she knew this was it. She was starting to go numb. At least she wasn’t hurting anymore.

”Leroy, mustache, hey…” She heaved up the rest of her insides . ”You’re like, my best friend, man. We should...we should hang with that jukebox again. You ‘member that? Box fell on you. Heh.” Her speech began to slur badly, it was a miracle she was still coherent at all. She closed her eyes. ”I’m really tired. Bed time for Arrow. Goodnight.” Arrow mumbled out in a sing song voice, letting herself go limp.

That was...it. She wasn’t waking up.