.:*☆ BLOOD ON MY HANDS — RETURN

[guts]

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Vision growing hazy, she could see the blobbed white form of someone approaching, her name a whisper on their tongue as they came closer. She couldn't see them well, but she could only assume who it was, knowing no one but one person with that fur color. She normally would have flinched away from the touch, but she barely had the energy to do even that. Instead she slumps up against Stryker, taking in breaths that rattled as they entered her lungs.

Then someone else comes over, her mind clearing just enough that she can make out who it is, can decipher what she was asking. What happened? What had happened? A lot, too much for her brain to recall now. She only focuses on drinking, taking gulps of the water with droplets leaking down her chin. It felt good to finally wet her throat.

Slightly rejuvenated, Cosette manages to speak, though her voice is low and weak. "The Typhoon." it's all she can say, not wanting to reveal what had happened between her escape and getting here. Right now, her brain wasn't even allowing her to remember, the memory replaced by a foggy haze. Then the serval slumps forward, falling onto her face unless Stryker catches her, out cold.

//just some deep cuts and gashes all over!! are likely infected