08-07-2018, 08:47 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 470px; font-size:7.5pt; font-family:verdana; text-align: justify;line-height: 110%; color:black"]They didn't belong, why were they here.
Subtle was the tremble to their paws as they pressed a little harder against the wound as Rosemary began her work, trying to make up for her previous efforts in stemming the flow. Slowly their mind begins to adjust to the situation and some part of them makes note of each who approach, voices never quite registering as the words go over their head, unimportant for they had no say in this, bystanders or mere assistants when it was necessary. Drawing a shaky breath through their teeth Aita looked towards Rosemary as she began to speak, forcing their mind to focus only on her, taking in the words as best she could.
“Here,” quietly they murmured towards Beatrice as she began her work, moving their paws to allow her access to the more minor injuries and pointing out a few she missed, thankfully another of the team had approached and seemed of a more sound mind then them. I won't let you die. The words are there, on the edge of their tongue but they refuse to speak them, only taking the bandages Beatrice had brought with her and casting aside the most soiled before applying some of the new, placing gentle but firm pressure along Goldie's back, always careful to be mindful of where the bone was showing.
Subtle was the tremble to their paws as they pressed a little harder against the wound as Rosemary began her work, trying to make up for her previous efforts in stemming the flow. Slowly their mind begins to adjust to the situation and some part of them makes note of each who approach, voices never quite registering as the words go over their head, unimportant for they had no say in this, bystanders or mere assistants when it was necessary. Drawing a shaky breath through their teeth Aita looked towards Rosemary as she began to speak, forcing their mind to focus only on her, taking in the words as best she could.
“Here,” quietly they murmured towards Beatrice as she began her work, moving their paws to allow her access to the more minor injuries and pointing out a few she missed, thankfully another of the team had approached and seemed of a more sound mind then them. I won't let you die. The words are there, on the edge of their tongue but they refuse to speak them, only taking the bandages Beatrice had brought with her and casting aside the most soiled before applying some of the new, placing gentle but firm pressure along Goldie's back, always careful to be mindful of where the bone was showing.