07-29-2019, 10:53 PM
I GRIEVE IN STEREO, THE STEREO SOUNDS STRANGE.
Herbs, medical shit, that’s what she was waiting for. It was about time, not that she was mad. It would have been easier on them if she had gotten up and somewhere they could deal with her sooner, while she had the time and strength. But she did not, and laying on the ground like an actual corpse was not a good look when they finally found her.
Arrow looked up, lifting her head, the only thing she had the strength left to pick up. ”Selby…?” She let out a soft wheeze after the question, glassy green eyes showing nothing besides relief to see the nerdy specialist. The corner of her mouth twitched up into a smile, blood bubbling at her lip. Her vision wouldn’t focus anymore, but she knew it was him, and that was enough just to hear his voice. She chewed at the herbs he offered, all she tasted was the disgusting taste of iron. She needed the water, she was violently thirsty. Really, really dehydrated. She stretched out a paw to gently bap him on the shoulder. ”Hey kid, you’re a good kid. You’ve come real far. Tell Crow I said hi, okay?” Was she delirious? Absolutely. But she meant it. She was so relieved to see him, had he grown? Gotten bigger?
”Fights? No, no fights.” Arrow laid her head down again, one ear pressing against the ground. She quietly spat up more blood, slick and dark, full of black blood clots, like her very insides were liquidating. Somewhere in her soul she knew this was it. She was starting to go numb. At least she wasn’t hurting anymore.
”Leroy, mustache, hey…” She heaved up the rest of her insides . ”You’re like, my best friend, man. We should...we should hang with that jukebox again. You ‘member that? Box fell on you. Heh.” Her speech began to slur badly, it was a miracle she was still coherent at all. She closed her eyes. ”I’m really tired. Bed time for Arrow. Goodnight.” Arrow mumbled out in a sing song voice, letting herself go limp.
That was...it. She wasn’t waking up.
Herbs, medical shit, that’s what she was waiting for. It was about time, not that she was mad. It would have been easier on them if she had gotten up and somewhere they could deal with her sooner, while she had the time and strength. But she did not, and laying on the ground like an actual corpse was not a good look when they finally found her.
Arrow looked up, lifting her head, the only thing she had the strength left to pick up. ”Selby…?” She let out a soft wheeze after the question, glassy green eyes showing nothing besides relief to see the nerdy specialist. The corner of her mouth twitched up into a smile, blood bubbling at her lip. Her vision wouldn’t focus anymore, but she knew it was him, and that was enough just to hear his voice. She chewed at the herbs he offered, all she tasted was the disgusting taste of iron. She needed the water, she was violently thirsty. Really, really dehydrated. She stretched out a paw to gently bap him on the shoulder. ”Hey kid, you’re a good kid. You’ve come real far. Tell Crow I said hi, okay?” Was she delirious? Absolutely. But she meant it. She was so relieved to see him, had he grown? Gotten bigger?
”Fights? No, no fights.” Arrow laid her head down again, one ear pressing against the ground. She quietly spat up more blood, slick and dark, full of black blood clots, like her very insides were liquidating. Somewhere in her soul she knew this was it. She was starting to go numb. At least she wasn’t hurting anymore.
”Leroy, mustache, hey…” She heaved up the rest of her insides . ”You’re like, my best friend, man. We should...we should hang with that jukebox again. You ‘member that? Box fell on you. Heh.” Her speech began to slur badly, it was a miracle she was still coherent at all. She closed her eyes. ”I’m really tired. Bed time for Arrow. Goodnight.” Arrow mumbled out in a sing song voice, letting herself go limp.
That was...it. She wasn’t waking up.