12-04-2018, 08:01 PM
tl;dr: leroy has just had a stroke. he can’t see out of his left eye, is numb in the face, stumbling, and has a serious migraine. brief mention of blood.
His face had a funny feeling running through it, like a stream of anaesthesia was currently trickling down his face in incalculable directions. Wounds , such as burning lacerations and bone fractures, had all made homes out of his figure before, and yet none of them gave off as large a hunch of certain demise as his current condition did. It rendered him in a contingency of discomfort, the numbness, for at times it felt like parts of his skin were dematerializing with each coming second, though he knew that not to be true. It was such a strange silence, losing total sensation of a body part; no itches, no awareness of blood, no motor response to touching yourself. Assuming that insensitivity had been the sole symptom of what he woke up to this morning, it would be very possible to handle the situation and live life normally as he always had. Unluckily for the guardsman, this was not so, and there was a slew of other unfortunate indications demonstrating just exactly how unwell the mongrel really was.
About an hour before dawn, a piercing headache forced its way into the hound’s skull, making an unwelcome guest of itself. It was as if a nail had been placed on the perimeter of his cranium, and someone picked up a cumbrous mallet, only to smash the little fucker as deep into his scalp as possible. For a while now had he been experiencing migraines all over the place, to which the guardsman dismissed as minor and insignificant. The one that quaked his mentality this early morning was latterly identified as something of a totally separate nature, on account of how long it lasted - the others ones prior reverberated painfully throughout his mind for about a half-an-hour to a full one, this particular one had been pulsating since around 5AM, and it was now approximately lunchtime.
Midst happenings comparable to today’s events, Leroy preferred to keep to himself, and just like him ignoring his early symptoms and avoiding medical attention, these actions would only ensure his undoing. By securing himself from his peers, the next few phases, which were possibly preventable with the correct medication, had been set in motion. Following the migraine, first came the aforementioned numbness, deadening all perception in his facial parts. At the precise moment of realization, Leroy scrambled to all fours and made a beeline for the door. From what he could see, something sure as shit wasn’t right. Unfortunately for him, it was too late.
Rather than strolling out the door, he stumbled. Aided by legs with the nerves of Jell-O, the canine transported himself out the door, but not without tumbling to the soggy ground. Everything was so strange - just yesterday, walking was an easy feat. Currently, it was everything but easy. As a consequence of his nose-dive into the freshly-moistened mud, the mutt’s chin collided fiercely with the ground and bolted upwards, trapping a wayward tongue in between yellowed fangs. Yesterday, artificial blood had plagued his taste buds with its excruciating twang; now, it was genuine blood, its metallic taste somewhat an old friend to Leroy.
As his face exited a wince, it was to the male’s unfortunate surprise that the final effect emerged. His left eye had gone blurry. No, this was not because of the violent crash with the swamp’s floor, as temporary vision loss sometimes was a symptom of it - no matter how much effort he put into it, the blurriness could not be shaken out. Dread swelled in the throat, which had run dry and went red. Sure, there was still one optic which saw the world in its complete, clear glory, but still - this was his vision, one of the five main senses.
"I... need someone!" Leroy cried whilst putting as much energy as he could into staying in a standing position, grateful that his speaking ability remained untouched by whatever just fucked over his body, ”A doctor - ‘r someone!”
For perhaps the first time, he was unsure.
And, for perhaps the first time, he was scared.
His face had a funny feeling running through it, like a stream of anaesthesia was currently trickling down his face in incalculable directions. Wounds , such as burning lacerations and bone fractures, had all made homes out of his figure before, and yet none of them gave off as large a hunch of certain demise as his current condition did. It rendered him in a contingency of discomfort, the numbness, for at times it felt like parts of his skin were dematerializing with each coming second, though he knew that not to be true. It was such a strange silence, losing total sensation of a body part; no itches, no awareness of blood, no motor response to touching yourself. Assuming that insensitivity had been the sole symptom of what he woke up to this morning, it would be very possible to handle the situation and live life normally as he always had. Unluckily for the guardsman, this was not so, and there was a slew of other unfortunate indications demonstrating just exactly how unwell the mongrel really was.
About an hour before dawn, a piercing headache forced its way into the hound’s skull, making an unwelcome guest of itself. It was as if a nail had been placed on the perimeter of his cranium, and someone picked up a cumbrous mallet, only to smash the little fucker as deep into his scalp as possible. For a while now had he been experiencing migraines all over the place, to which the guardsman dismissed as minor and insignificant. The one that quaked his mentality this early morning was latterly identified as something of a totally separate nature, on account of how long it lasted - the others ones prior reverberated painfully throughout his mind for about a half-an-hour to a full one, this particular one had been pulsating since around 5AM, and it was now approximately lunchtime.
Midst happenings comparable to today’s events, Leroy preferred to keep to himself, and just like him ignoring his early symptoms and avoiding medical attention, these actions would only ensure his undoing. By securing himself from his peers, the next few phases, which were possibly preventable with the correct medication, had been set in motion. Following the migraine, first came the aforementioned numbness, deadening all perception in his facial parts. At the precise moment of realization, Leroy scrambled to all fours and made a beeline for the door. From what he could see, something sure as shit wasn’t right. Unfortunately for him, it was too late.
Rather than strolling out the door, he stumbled. Aided by legs with the nerves of Jell-O, the canine transported himself out the door, but not without tumbling to the soggy ground. Everything was so strange - just yesterday, walking was an easy feat. Currently, it was everything but easy. As a consequence of his nose-dive into the freshly-moistened mud, the mutt’s chin collided fiercely with the ground and bolted upwards, trapping a wayward tongue in between yellowed fangs. Yesterday, artificial blood had plagued his taste buds with its excruciating twang; now, it was genuine blood, its metallic taste somewhat an old friend to Leroy.
As his face exited a wince, it was to the male’s unfortunate surprise that the final effect emerged. His left eye had gone blurry. No, this was not because of the violent crash with the swamp’s floor, as temporary vision loss sometimes was a symptom of it - no matter how much effort he put into it, the blurriness could not be shaken out. Dread swelled in the throat, which had run dry and went red. Sure, there was still one optic which saw the world in its complete, clear glory, but still - this was his vision, one of the five main senses.
"I... need someone!" Leroy cried whilst putting as much energy as he could into staying in a standing position, grateful that his speaking ability remained untouched by whatever just fucked over his body, ”A doctor - ‘r someone!”
For perhaps the first time, he was unsure.
And, for perhaps the first time, he was scared.
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