07-28-2019, 04:40 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Shock gripped Selby’s mind, and he spoke without thinking. "It’s not about you dying! It’s about you being in pain, which is exactly what I came to prevent!" he said loudly, before taking a moment to calm down and speak with more thought. "It’s not fine, Beck, and it doesn’t matter that it’s going to go away in a bit. Everything goes away if you give it time. I want to make it easier for you when it does go away, alright?"
He did not go to touch Beck again because of his reaction last time, though he wanted to reach out to provide some comfort. "I need you to drink the water, please. It’s important to dilute the bleach so it doesn’t hurt as much when it comes back up," he said as gently as he could manage, though his heart was still pounding in his ears from his earlier panic.
"I’d also like to take another look at your throat, if it’s okay with you," Selby mentioned, retrieving his flashlight and holding it tightly between his paws. "I... I don’t think I’ll be able to do anything about your lungs this time around. I know that I said that I’d try, but there’s too much damage in your throat right now. I don’t think I’d be able to tell what’s normal and what’s... chemical burns," he said slowly, picking his words carefully, not wanting to upset Beck. "If there are other wounds you’d like me to look at, I’d be more than happy to do so." He looked at Beck’s bloodstained fur, concern brewing in his gut. He ran through possible solutions to the chemical burns, but the only thing that he knew would help was water, and if Beck refused to drink it, then there was nothing Selby could do.
He did not go to touch Beck again because of his reaction last time, though he wanted to reach out to provide some comfort. "I need you to drink the water, please. It’s important to dilute the bleach so it doesn’t hurt as much when it comes back up," he said as gently as he could manage, though his heart was still pounding in his ears from his earlier panic.
"I’d also like to take another look at your throat, if it’s okay with you," Selby mentioned, retrieving his flashlight and holding it tightly between his paws. "I... I don’t think I’ll be able to do anything about your lungs this time around. I know that I said that I’d try, but there’s too much damage in your throat right now. I don’t think I’d be able to tell what’s normal and what’s... chemical burns," he said slowly, picking his words carefully, not wanting to upset Beck. "If there are other wounds you’d like me to look at, I’d be more than happy to do so." He looked at Beck’s bloodstained fur, concern brewing in his gut. He ran through possible solutions to the chemical burns, but the only thing that he knew would help was water, and if Beck refused to drink it, then there was nothing Selby could do.