09-07-2019, 11:56 PM
When the stench of blood met the hellhound's nose for not the first time of this week – or the last, he expected, with all the misfortunes befalling them lately – he had immediately felt a sense of deep dread. Keeping as calm as he could in the situation, the male carefully plucked up the roll of bandages that he kept around just in case, and exited the room he had been resting in, ignoring the waves of hesitation that begged him to continue his residence in his home. It wasn't long before he reached the edge of the town, and his heart sank when he saw a scene before him that only bandages would never hope to fix. This required medical attention rivaling Sam and Beck's, perhaps even worse, even though Worm couldn't assess that at his current level. Because of this, all that the hellhound could hope to do was help reunite the large gorilla with a source of medical attention. A sense of panic and excitement and an utter explosion of emotions struck him all at once just from the sight of Red back in Tanglewood territory, but he ignored them all, moving over to the other and barking softly, "Red, it's Wormwood... Jesus, they got you bad, didn't they? H-Here, use me as a crutch, alright? I'll get you closer to town, where they can treat you properly... Selby, Moth!"
His call for the medics was as loud as he could make it as he moved to position himself so that Red could use him to help his movement, a deep breath of anticipation being taken in for the weight of the other. He was immediately struck with a sense of gladness that this new form still retained almost as much muscle as his old lion form despite the shrink in stature, or he probably would've been crushed under Red's brute strength, even when exhausted. As he waited for the other, his golden eyes traveled faintly over the wounds that covered the entirety of Red's form, his heart sinking more and more as he noticed every little extra thing that he hadn't when he had first approached. He doubted that this would in any way be a quick recovery, and he found himself struck by the fact it would probably mean Red couldn't be out and about as much as he probably would've hoped. He'd need friends around to keep him company, much like Beck had needed... still needed, given his recent outburst and adages onto his already severe injuries. The memory of the ghost panicking made his heart sink further, and a heavy sigh of regret left him, wishing that everything could just be calm for a few fucking minutes.
He knew that eventually he would be able to celebrate the fact that Red was back. After all, he hadn't realized just how much he had cared for the big guy until the other had been yanked away from him, trapped in the place that had hurt so many others he cared about. Ever since then, the anxiety he had usually been feeling thanks to other things was only heightened, and he found himself pacing the border often, desperately searching for any sign of the gorilla's return. They had their differences in the past, but that didn't mean that Worm wanted him to end up like this, and honestly the sight of it would've made him empty the contents of his stomach if it weren't for the fact that he was so utterly wiped out of panicking. Eventually, when Red was properly patched up and in his own place at the bunker, wrapped up in the jacket that Worm had left for him and trying his hardest to hide his appreciation for the friendship bracelet Wormwood had childishly given him... that would be when the hellhound would be able to celebrate Red being back. But not any sooner.
His call for the medics was as loud as he could make it as he moved to position himself so that Red could use him to help his movement, a deep breath of anticipation being taken in for the weight of the other. He was immediately struck with a sense of gladness that this new form still retained almost as much muscle as his old lion form despite the shrink in stature, or he probably would've been crushed under Red's brute strength, even when exhausted. As he waited for the other, his golden eyes traveled faintly over the wounds that covered the entirety of Red's form, his heart sinking more and more as he noticed every little extra thing that he hadn't when he had first approached. He doubted that this would in any way be a quick recovery, and he found himself struck by the fact it would probably mean Red couldn't be out and about as much as he probably would've hoped. He'd need friends around to keep him company, much like Beck had needed... still needed, given his recent outburst and adages onto his already severe injuries. The memory of the ghost panicking made his heart sink further, and a heavy sigh of regret left him, wishing that everything could just be calm for a few fucking minutes.
He knew that eventually he would be able to celebrate the fact that Red was back. After all, he hadn't realized just how much he had cared for the big guy until the other had been yanked away from him, trapped in the place that had hurt so many others he cared about. Ever since then, the anxiety he had usually been feeling thanks to other things was only heightened, and he found himself pacing the border often, desperately searching for any sign of the gorilla's return. They had their differences in the past, but that didn't mean that Worm wanted him to end up like this, and honestly the sight of it would've made him empty the contents of his stomach if it weren't for the fact that he was so utterly wiped out of panicking. Eventually, when Red was properly patched up and in his own place at the bunker, wrapped up in the jacket that Worm had left for him and trying his hardest to hide his appreciation for the friendship bracelet Wormwood had childishly given him... that would be when the hellhound would be able to celebrate Red being back. But not any sooner.
[glow=black,2,300]YOUR CHANNEL IS UNREACHABLE[/glow]
— Reggan