09-22-2018, 08:59 PM
It felt like he was hacking up his stomach this morning, like there was a big pile of squashed organs sitting within his bloodied throat. It’s not normal to cough up a brimming display of scarlet, splattered across the wooden floor of his home. The shape of it reminds him of fireworks, big and outstretched across the creaks and cracks. He’s gone three days without his painkillers, unable to leave the hut because of the wretched circumstance of his body. The sensations were horrific. Every fibre in his body repulsed by their own, stretching and pulling until they snapped from each other like broken elastic bands before suddenly melding back together. Bakugou wheezes a breath, sanguine oozing from his maw that became a red lake, dripping and painting the indifferent ground. He chokes as he stumbles and staggers to the door, neurons on fire. The door, his mind screams, the door. For so long he couldn’t stand the idea of finding a healer, but he was desperate now, shaking with madness. His trembled paws are hardly strong enough to hold up his body, the reaver smashing into the wall as he tries to use it to support himself to the door.
His eyes are heavy, constantly beginning to drop. The door, he repeats aimlessly. It is his goal. At least if he gets to the door, collapses in public sight, someone will come. But there is a new pain that begins to underline the membrane of his heart, like pins every time his heart beats and shudders with his lungs. His cells, spastic, continue to waver back and forth fragments of time and space. No one will save him. Who would? He’s done nothing really go gain The Typhoon’s respect. His rank meant nothing if no one so much as cared for him. But Bakugou’s body is possessed by a need to be saved, to be protected by this pain, drawing him closer and closer to his door before he fumbles over his paws and thuds against the ground. His breathing is faster now, an unearthly breath escapes his maw. Blood surging up his oesophagus for yet another hack, coughing and forcing it all out. Maybe this time it will be his small intestines that he feels, slithering and curling around his stomach like a snake. It’s as though all his organs are moving and returning, becoming another and becoming themselves.
Bakugou begins to heave his body, pulling and crawling towards the door that his mind continues to crave and shout. Suddenly, there is a loud, pitched yelp that leaves the ragdoll’s mouth. He crashes into the door, slamming his back against it. The reaver had been nowhere near the door and yet here he was, door swinging open from the impact as he lies tiredly, pain beginning to disappear. All there is left is blood and exhaustion.
[ ooc ] injuries include just cuts and scabs across his body from bakugou crashing into his own swords to get to the door. he’s also extremely exhausted. also, i thought i’d make bakugou’s teleportation discovery now to explain why he’s been missing for two-three days uwu
His eyes are heavy, constantly beginning to drop. The door, he repeats aimlessly. It is his goal. At least if he gets to the door, collapses in public sight, someone will come. But there is a new pain that begins to underline the membrane of his heart, like pins every time his heart beats and shudders with his lungs. His cells, spastic, continue to waver back and forth fragments of time and space. No one will save him. Who would? He’s done nothing really go gain The Typhoon’s respect. His rank meant nothing if no one so much as cared for him. But Bakugou’s body is possessed by a need to be saved, to be protected by this pain, drawing him closer and closer to his door before he fumbles over his paws and thuds against the ground. His breathing is faster now, an unearthly breath escapes his maw. Blood surging up his oesophagus for yet another hack, coughing and forcing it all out. Maybe this time it will be his small intestines that he feels, slithering and curling around his stomach like a snake. It’s as though all his organs are moving and returning, becoming another and becoming themselves.
Bakugou begins to heave his body, pulling and crawling towards the door that his mind continues to crave and shout. Suddenly, there is a loud, pitched yelp that leaves the ragdoll’s mouth. He crashes into the door, slamming his back against it. The reaver had been nowhere near the door and yet here he was, door swinging open from the impact as he lies tiredly, pain beginning to disappear. All there is left is blood and exhaustion.
[ ooc ] injuries include just cuts and scabs across his body from bakugou crashing into his own swords to get to the door. he’s also extremely exhausted. also, i thought i’d make bakugou’s teleportation discovery now to explain why he’s been missing for two-three days uwu