plummet to your death | stark

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His head was pounding and spinning, he tried to stand upright but he only ended up shakily leaning against the table trembling like some chihuahua. His ears pinned against his head and his teeth would grit down together as he stood there feeling as if his legs were Jell-o. He was losing blood and he hadn't eaten in two days yet this late night endeavor of his was going to become three, he would let out a few shaky breaths sitting on his ass for a moment and pressing his paw to his pounding forehead. He could barely make out anything as of right now so when Pimostra asked if she should get a medic, the canine would sit there with a dazed expression as if trying to figure out what Pim had just said.

"Stark. . . Stark do I need to get a medic?"

No. No. No. Medics would end up touching things that Stark would rather have no one touch, he shook his head furiously to the sides as he mumbled out with a growl "N-no!" He didn't want anyone touching his shit or him for that matter, he would paw at the table as if searching for something yet he didn't know until he took a grip of his coffee mug taking a few shaky gulps. "N-no medics. . ." He hesitantly tried putting the coffee mug on the table but his shaky paw put it on the edge and it fell onto the ground with a loud shattering noise. God, he started picking up at the glass, shallow breathing coming from him.

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