WHAT ELSE CAN WE DO / o, injured

ROSEMARY ROUX

Her breathing returns from a ragged pant - that she hardly noticed change at all - to a more rhythmic motion as her healers gather around to help her. Almost all of them, if not all of them, as Rosemary is too worried about Goldie to perform a headcount. "Thank you... keep the pressure on, I'm going to release in 3, 2, 1, now," Rosemary mumbles, her paws trembling as she carefully pulls them away from Goldie's body. She trusts Aita and Fischer to hold the bleeding back for now, as her mind turns from planning to executing a flurry of necessary steps to remedy the situation. Rushing for time, she scrambles with bloodstained paws through her bag, desperately searching for her tiny needle and surgical thread.

"Go ahead and apply the marigold and goldenrod whenever you're ready on the less severe parts of her wounds," Rosemary adds to Fischer and Beactrice, though she doesn't look up from her bag. Eventually, after a few painful moments, she retrieves the items and carefully holds them in her stained paws. She already knows how difficult this is going to be; her magic never was compatible with earthly elements, and this is one time where Rosemary would have traded every drop of her magic for a few moments at controlling steel. Her precision with ice is unparalleled, but a small sliver of ice isn't nearly strong enough to stand in for a medal needle. She turns, hopefully passing the needle to [member=232]LUCIFER GRIMM.[/member] with her paws slowly steadying. "Please sterilize this. Her wound is... deep, I can't risk infection," she murmurs, knowing that it is her fault she improperly stored the needle in her bag. A few useless seconds spent in the past preparing an airtight container might've saved her crucial moments now.

Her ears twitch as she hears Goldie's words, especially the part about not being able to feel her legs. The ocelot's four eyes widen slightly, the smaller pair drifting to look at the sprawled limbs as her worries turn from nagging suspicions to half-confirmed terror. But she forces the emotions off her conscious mind; regardless, if the wound isn't properly stitched up now, infection could set in. And Rosemary knows, while she can amputate limbs, she certainly can't amputate the spine. "It's alright, Goldie, try not to move too much anyway - you're probably just in shock," Rosemary tells her, though she's lying through her teeth. She hates lying almost more than anything else in the world, but she needs her niece to stay stable and relaxed right now. Her gaze drifts to Snare as she adds, "She's going to be fine, I just need... need a lot of little pieces to align just right."

Glancing at [member=495]Beatrice[/member] she suddenly remembers - she can't give Goldie poppy seeds right now, she's too terrified the girl lost too much blood. "Beatrice, go off and find raspberry leaves, feed it to her as soon as you get back," she speaks, the herb too uncommonly used for her to keep it around in her bag. Though, she's mentally punching herself in the face right now, as she keeps poppy tea and peppermint around for her anxiety, but doesn't keep raspberry leaves in her bag? How incompetent. Her own personal remedies are using valuable space. But she tries to push those anxious thoughts away with her fear as she turns to Coldblue and Vandal, telling them, "Please keep talking to her - she needs to stay awake, alright?" She would have one of the sages do that job if the two weren't here, but thankfully they are, and she'll take their help. Glancing at Deldrach, she calmly asks the jaglion, "I need you on water bottle duty - give Goldie or any of the medics a drink or extra paws if they need it." Rosemary is quick to snatch up anyone that offers to help, clearly.

As she grabs hold of the wet blanket she asked for, cleaning the blood and dirt off her paws, she realizes suddenly that her body isn't trembling anymore. The cold, calm collectiveness that comes before necessary action takes hold of her. There's no longer any time to worry about what she should or could have done. There is only what she can do now.

BEATRICE

Beatrice nodded. Before she ran off to shout for a fire user, she quickly chewed the goldenrod into a poultice. Its taste was sweet, one of the few herbs she didn't mind chewing up. But now was not the time to dwell on trivial matters. As soon as she could get the golden herb chewed up, she gently spread it across Goldie's wounds to help with the eventual healing process. The injuries were so severe that the cattle dog was worried she might further hurt Goldenluxury. Despite her fears, she worked anyway. Not acting out of anxiousness could be disastrous.

She had returned with Lucifer, hints of relief burning in her eyes because he was the stereotypical fire-breathing dragon. He could easily sterilize the needle Rosemary needed to sew Goldie up. Rich brown eyes darkened. She wondered if Rosemary's shaking paws could stitch the girl up. The Sage bit her lip.

The girl paced, watching as more and more individuals gathered around. It was crowed. She was beginning to feel antsy. The trembling words that tumbled from Goldie's lips only added to how tense the situation was becoming. Ginger ears flew backwards once more, and she shook her head as pessimistic thoughts encroached upon her mind. She was pulled from her thoughts as Rosemary commanded her to find raspberry leaves. Beatrice nodded and then took off.

Ginger paws thundered across the ground, towards the Jungle Temple. She hated that she didn't know where any of those leaves grew in the wild, for they might be closer than the Temple. She was at least glad she knew the home of the Necro Mambas held the herb. The canine skittered down the corridors before stopped abruptly. A paw moved forward to press a brick, which opened a hidden door. Once inside the secret room, Beatrice was struck with the hundreds of different scents. Luckily, it took her only a handful of moments to find the raspberry leaves. The red heeler moved then, out of the concealed room, closing it on her way out. She then sprinted back to everyone, to the healers, to Goldie.

Breathlessly, the canine entered the abandoned shack. She moved closer to the heavily injured feline. "Alright, Go-Goldie, I nee-need you to eat th-these," the dog barked while trying to catch her wind. Beatrice took hold of a few leaves, moving them to Goldenluxury's mouth. "These'll help make you feel better."

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"The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...
It coiled itself around your tender heart."

Worried eyes watch the scene unfolding as he nods to Rosemary and applies a small amount of flame to the needle to sterilise it for her purposes quietly shifting back a little to allow her to go to work - blinking lightly when Vandal weaves between his claws, no doubt as worried as he.

he shifts idly, half hovering, half offering what comfort he can to her whilst they both watch on - whoever did this, Lucifer would hope they'd know they wouldn't live long if he ever got his obsidian claws on them.

TAGS • PLAYLIST • LARGE DRAGON • TYPHOON / STRIKER

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the girl's ears twitched as more sound came through - lucifer's voice, she recognized. what had he said? with each moment, they seemed to grow more distant. she opened her eyes again, sensing another arrive. it took her a moment to find them and figure out who they were, but the sight of deldrach struck a paralyzing fear - even worse than before, into her.

she needed to help her, somehow. decius wanted to kill her - he told her so. that's his plan. through everyone, her striking green eyes stared at deldrach. she wanted to tell her. she wanted to shout it out, but she couldn't. so instead, she tried her hardest to just...look. to give a warning gaze. she didn't know how deldrach would be able to tell, but she wanted to try.

the terrified, telling stare wouldn't last for too long, though, as she noticed someone else approach. she could quickly recognize her brother's voice through everything. she looks to him, expression seeming almost sad. he has been with her through everything, and this is how she repays him. constantly getting hurt again and again, and now she has put them all in danger. she is such an awful sister, an awful niece, daughter. she is an awful, awful girl.

"n-no," her voice is quiet as she responds to blue, her breathing seeming to relax slightly from the presence of her brother. "you're th-the b-best bro-br-brother, blue. you de-deserve th-the best b-back." and she was not it. he deserves more than her. he deserves more than her and her constant need for others.

she seems to be about to say something else - his presence was grounding her, making the distance go away, even if a little. but, vandal's approach distracted her, causing her attention to shift and more guilt to enter her. she wanted to reach out, she wanted to be held, to be told it was going to be okay, but she couldn't get that, and she certainly didn't deserve that. it was her job to do this, and it was her job to make sure this happens, but she was failing. she was failing her job.

she let in a sharp inhale, the distance growing again, and the sadness, and fear, and agony clear within her expression. "i'm s-sorry. 'm r-really sorry. i-i s-said i'd stop l-letting these th-things hh-happen, an-and i-i've b-been trying. i've been tr-trying r-rre-really h-hard, b-but it keeps h-happening. i'm s-sorry i k-keep needing h-help and w-worry oth-others an-and..." her voice began to fade out as her gaze grew more distant.

goldie remained quiet for a few moments, closing her eyes again. "i'm sor-sorry." she was sorry for everything. for putting them through so much because of her, for putting them in danger now. decius would try to kill them if she wasn't careful and she couldn't even warn them.

"o-okay," she'd say softly to rosemary's words. the young girl went quiet as she continued to be worked on, breaths harsh. her shaking body remained mostly still through everything. she opened her eyes again as beatrice arrived with raspberry leaves, quickly opening her mouth to take them, not even really bothering to listen to what she had to say about them.

"thank you." goldie would say gently to them, meaning it towards everyone that helped. she was still so sorry she needed all of this help. she faintly listened as rosemary instructed everyone, her ear twitching at the sound of her request to keep the girl talking. "well," she'd start weakly. "i-i hh-have a lot t-to say. i h-have the b-best fam-family ev-ever, n' i'd d-do anyth-thing for 'em. n' i l-love the oc-ocean an-and fishes and ff-food."

CAPTAIN PINCHER ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the demigod of rough seas. he is a muscular dark gray jaguar with frigid glacier blue eyes, marked with scars and glowing tattoos. he is the head of the roux family and is currently married. he is known for being a charming strategist with dark secrets. be cautious around him. —— ⚓

❝ YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN — YOUR SILENCE IS MY FAVORITE SOUND ❞

Pincher knew he would never be able to protect Goldie from everything cruel in this world. He knew that he couldn't protect everyone he loved from the dangers that once had to face to grow up and learned. But he wanted to lessen the pain of it all. That they wouldn't suffer too much from their experiences with whatever theats they faced. He didn't know why anyone would hurt his daughter, the one that reminded him of morning rays of sunshine and the one that caused the ice around his heart to melt to be open for love and care of others. He had been foolish. So foolish. Letting his work swallow him while he busied over, to cause his attention to hone down on just work. Part of him wished he didn't have so much especially with the growing family he had. He knew it appeared that he may not care, that he may not want to be with them or support him but everything he did, he did out of love. He just wished he had more time. More time in the day to step back and allow himself to be there for his family when they needed him. Maybe it would have prevented this to happen.

He had felt Goldie had been gone for a bit too long for his liking when she had not come in to visit or grab something from their home to take and show others. He knew that his daughter wanted to prove that despite being sickly, she could still be around and productive but he wished for her to settle and relax, to let her system flush out whatever bad was hurting her health. But like father, like daughter, she seemed to be stubborn in relaxing and aimed on contiuing against his soft lecturing that she shouldn't push herself too hard. That she shouldn't think that work lead to happiness but he slowly came to the realization that she was taking after him when he had been a child. She wanted to be better, to show that despite she was just a child, that she could do anything anyone did but better. That ambition was something of a Roux curse, the family filled with so much ambition and want to become more than it was suffocating and self-destructive if one allowed themselves to sink into it. He wished Goldie knew he was proud of her no matter what, that he was proud of every single child he had created with others because they were what made he want to the best he could be.

Without Goldie's warm voice filling the submarine's air, it felt like the cold realization of her absence was suffocating him and the male began to struggle in concentrating. He chewed on his lower lip, gnawing on the soft flesh while wondering what she was probably doing. He had heard of her sudden collapse from exhaustion and his worry had only heightened his worry for his daughter before he could no longer take it, his left ear furiously twitching as he waited. Finally, he pried himself off his paperwork, the soft shuffling of the papers rubbing against each other as he walked away from the desk and out of the dark submarine, his fictional eyebrows furrowing as the brightness of the sunlight struck his sensitive eyesight. He glanced around for a while, stalking quietly while turning his head around to find his daughter but all he saw was his crewmates mingling, having fun or simply working on whatever. Then he heard her scream.

It caused his entire body to freeze, every muscle shifting to lock into place to his exact position where his form went rigid and he was trapped in the state of horrofied shock. The last thing a parent wanted to hear was the scream filled with pain from their child. If he had held an actual heart in his chest, it would have lurched and flown out ouf his chest but all he felt was his chest cave in, crashing and sinking into the pit of his stomach and he realized that the feeling was much worse. He stumbled back, his vision suddenly blurring as he felt the adrenaline rush through him faster than he was used to. Before he knew it, the male felt his body suddenly feel sickly and drunken as if he had been swimming in a sea of nausea and alcohol. He gave his head a heavy shake before turning towards the direction, not even moving to run but teleport as far as he could towards her call. She had to be okay, she had to. His throat clenched as he grew close to the voices, almost crashing into Lucifer but he ducked his head as the muscular jaguar rushed to halt beside Rosemary with his cyan blue eyes wide with horror at the sight of his daughter.

"Goldie! Oh my god..S-Sweetie." He breathed, his usual steady voice shaky and full of...fear. His broad tattooed shoulders trembled as he went into a crouching position with his dark ash gray fur bristling as he couldn't help but be in a state of shock. He knew it wasn't good to just sit there and let his daughter die so he forced himself to tear his gaze away to glance at the healers with wide pleading eyes as he stammered "I-Is there a-anything I c-can do?" His dark ink black ears pinned to his skull as he turned back to his daughter, aiming to softly brush his nose against her.

❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — JAGUAR — FATHER — HUSBAND ❞