07-29-2019, 08:52 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
While Wormwood was far from a medical expert, he did have a lot of experience with taking care of the sick, thanks to the fact that his brother had been sick ever since they were young pups, and when their parents weren't around to take care of him, Worm had been forced to hold his pieces together. However, all that Poetking's sickness entailed was fainting spells and dizziness, and a general weakness about him. It did not, thankfully, involve any vomiting up of blood. If it ever had, Worm probably would've never left his side at all, even when Poet snuck off against their parents' wishes to go and do something "fun".
Wormwood had only ever seen someone vomit blood twice. Once was after a particularly vicious fight in the pride, which had ended with one of the fighters taking a particularly enraged slash and kick to the guts. The lion had ended up vomiting blood for several minutes, one of his internal organs ending up slashed inside. The other time had been when one of the elders of the pride had been dying of a plague. In his last few days, he had done nothing but lay around lethargically, coughing and collapsing, and vomiting up the thick red liquid like he had an endless supply of it, before he eventually ended up passing. For Arrow's sake, Worm hoped it wasn't like the second case. Sure, he didn't really know the others in the group too well yet, but he didn't wish a dragged out and painful sickness death on anyone except the worst of the worst.
Padding over slowly, the lion blinked his calm blue eyes before sitting down outside the range of the blood, looking down for a moment before speaking, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Have you been in any serious fights lately?"[/glow] If she had, then it could just be a simple case of internal bleeding, but that was honestly the best case scenario. He briefly considered whether or not he should introduce himself, but he doubted now was the time. Now, Arrow was probably more worried about herself than anybody else.
Wormwood had only ever seen someone vomit blood twice. Once was after a particularly vicious fight in the pride, which had ended with one of the fighters taking a particularly enraged slash and kick to the guts. The lion had ended up vomiting blood for several minutes, one of his internal organs ending up slashed inside. The other time had been when one of the elders of the pride had been dying of a plague. In his last few days, he had done nothing but lay around lethargically, coughing and collapsing, and vomiting up the thick red liquid like he had an endless supply of it, before he eventually ended up passing. For Arrow's sake, Worm hoped it wasn't like the second case. Sure, he didn't really know the others in the group too well yet, but he didn't wish a dragged out and painful sickness death on anyone except the worst of the worst.
Padding over slowly, the lion blinked his calm blue eyes before sitting down outside the range of the blood, looking down for a moment before speaking, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Have you been in any serious fights lately?"[/glow] If she had, then it could just be a simple case of internal bleeding, but that was honestly the best case scenario. He briefly considered whether or not he should introduce himself, but he doubted now was the time. Now, Arrow was probably more worried about herself than anybody else.
— Reggan