09-11-2018, 11:15 AM
There was so much that Roman had lived through, so much that he had wished that he had died in but had survived, and usually it was good. He had been through heartbreak and he had been through the pain that he was going through now, though in the past he had been alone to deal with his pain, had made it so that he didn't have connections so that others wouldn't have to see him hurting - it only made him hurt worse.
Though now he had friends, had people around him who cared - or, at least, seemed to - and he would be glad for that at a later date, when he was better mentally from his loss of a leg once more, once he was able to see that, for the most part, others didn't get more hurt when they saw him so, they simply cared and wanted him to feel better.
It wasn't her voice that caused Roman to drift back into consciousness, but rather the work that Imperia was doing. As she worked to stop the bleeding in his leg, Roman felt a twinge of pain, and he'd wince, trying to kick her away with the leg that was now missing, only failing. He didn't want more pain. Eyes would open and Roman would look around, the ground under his head hard and cold, while down at his leg he saw that he was, in fact, missing his leg. It wasn't all just a nightmare, it had actually happened. He had been attacked at the border in a place that he had deemed safe, though at his age Roman should know better than to think a clan was perfectly safe. "Is it bad?" He would speak out, eyes watering slightly at the thought of potentially having to lose even more of his leg if it was infected. He hoped that he had done the best he'd been able to do to keep the infection out, but he didn't know how long he had been out before being found.
[[ it's not infected btw lol ]]
Though now he had friends, had people around him who cared - or, at least, seemed to - and he would be glad for that at a later date, when he was better mentally from his loss of a leg once more, once he was able to see that, for the most part, others didn't get more hurt when they saw him so, they simply cared and wanted him to feel better.
It wasn't her voice that caused Roman to drift back into consciousness, but rather the work that Imperia was doing. As she worked to stop the bleeding in his leg, Roman felt a twinge of pain, and he'd wince, trying to kick her away with the leg that was now missing, only failing. He didn't want more pain. Eyes would open and Roman would look around, the ground under his head hard and cold, while down at his leg he saw that he was, in fact, missing his leg. It wasn't all just a nightmare, it had actually happened. He had been attacked at the border in a place that he had deemed safe, though at his age Roman should know better than to think a clan was perfectly safe. "Is it bad?" He would speak out, eyes watering slightly at the thought of potentially having to lose even more of his leg if it was infected. He hoped that he had done the best he'd been able to do to keep the infection out, but he didn't know how long he had been out before being found.
[[ it's not infected btw lol ]]