06-25-2019, 07:42 AM
[glow=black,1,400]I GRIEVE IN STEREO, THE STEREO SOUNDS STRANGE ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
"Holy shit..."
Arrow had stated this before, more than once. She was not a medic, she was not a doctor. She knew jack shit about healing wounds and patching people up. She could not help in that situation, or this one, or any of them. That had never been a real problem in the past, after all, people always came to her aid, including when she was the injured one and wouldn't sit the fuck down. But that was different. Being the injured or dealing with an injured stranger was so, so much easier than this. It didn't fuck her up like this. This, well, this was more like being struck. Even worse than it already was once the realization hit that she hadn't been around, and she was convinced she could have done something instead of whatever the hell she had done while Crow was getting his ass handed to him. Even if this was realistically not completely on her, she was going to take that blame anyway.
Leroy had taken care of the herbs, she didn't know any more than he did, and surely he had gotten enough of them to do the job well enough. How hard could gathering plants be...right? All that was left for her was to arrive, and she sure as hell did, kicking up dirt behind her as she skidded around a tree and nearly tripped. She couldn't say she'd ever run this fast, not in a long while, but the sense of urgency kickstarted a crushing sense of anxiety, something was wrong and bad and she needed to at least be there to witness it. And she was right. Once she actually got there, there wasn't anything left to do but gawk at the limp form of the Tanglewood leader in shock and horror.
Arrow crouched down, fur raising along her spine, widened eyes locked on Crow as if Goldenluxury wasn't even there. Not that she intended to ignore the Typhoon savior, she just couldn't not wait there and hope Crow got up. "You're gonna get fixed up real good, ya hear? You better not fucking die."
He couldn't hear all that, could he?
"You're gonna help us help him...right?"
Arrow had stated this before, more than once. She was not a medic, she was not a doctor. She knew jack shit about healing wounds and patching people up. She could not help in that situation, or this one, or any of them. That had never been a real problem in the past, after all, people always came to her aid, including when she was the injured one and wouldn't sit the fuck down. But that was different. Being the injured or dealing with an injured stranger was so, so much easier than this. It didn't fuck her up like this. This, well, this was more like being struck. Even worse than it already was once the realization hit that she hadn't been around, and she was convinced she could have done something instead of whatever the hell she had done while Crow was getting his ass handed to him. Even if this was realistically not completely on her, she was going to take that blame anyway.
Leroy had taken care of the herbs, she didn't know any more than he did, and surely he had gotten enough of them to do the job well enough. How hard could gathering plants be...right? All that was left for her was to arrive, and she sure as hell did, kicking up dirt behind her as she skidded around a tree and nearly tripped. She couldn't say she'd ever run this fast, not in a long while, but the sense of urgency kickstarted a crushing sense of anxiety, something was wrong and bad and she needed to at least be there to witness it. And she was right. Once she actually got there, there wasn't anything left to do but gawk at the limp form of the Tanglewood leader in shock and horror.
Arrow crouched down, fur raising along her spine, widened eyes locked on Crow as if Goldenluxury wasn't even there. Not that she intended to ignore the Typhoon savior, she just couldn't not wait there and hope Crow got up. "You're gonna get fixed up real good, ya hear? You better not fucking die."
He couldn't hear all that, could he?
"You're gonna help us help him...right?"