TAKE A BREAK / o, sick

[rochelle]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; border-bottom: 2px dashed;"]Rochelle had once known this child, he’d been a medic in training in her group. Fintan, that’s what his name was. He was a sickly little thing, just like Goldie was, but to the sea and beyond was he a hard worker. Even when his ... excuse of a mentor made him do sickly things, like dissections and such, he was eager to learn, even if it did bother him. She’d always liked him, always worried the most about him. Often times she feared her leadership would put him, and the other children, in danger. It was one of the things that drove her away from her groups. Fintan though ... he died before she left. There was ... a flood, and she found him. He’d been trying saving a mother and her litter from the rushing waters, and he succeeded, but was taken, grasped by the violence of the flood.

Rochelle knew, even by so little that she knew of the young one, that Goldie was a hard worker. It killed her to see the girl push herself so hard, she wished she could just comfort her and persuade her to stop. But Rochelle had a feeling others had tried before to sway her— what could she do? How could she really help? The brown wolf had been watching Goldie closely before the coughing fit, and came rushing forward when it became apparent how sickly she was.

”Oh dear ... just try and get the coughs out ... don’t forget to breathe ...” Rochelle attempted to comfort the girl, a gentle but serious tone given with her words. Her amber eyes looked up, searching for Rosemary or Solveig, or Jacob too. She didn’t want to just leave her, as she could sense Goldie was struggling, but she knew the poor child needed water. Once she caught sight of Solveig, she felt a wash of relief, though her heart still raced. ”I’ll go get some water!” The wolf exclaimed, bursting through the sands to the jungle. When she caught sight of a burbling stream, the crewmember ripped a pawful of moss and soaked it into the pool of water. As soon as she got back, she looked back at Solveig, then at Pincher’s daughter. ”Got it.” She said through muffled words, moss clenched between her teeth loosely as to not spill any water.