09-14-2019, 09:28 PM
Two others show up on the scene after just a moment, both of them people that Wormwood cared about, although one immensely more so, even though he'd never admit that to anyone – or himself, really. Still, even if he didn't enjoy delving further into his emotions on Red, he couldn't deny the way that his body tended up when the demon approached, and put himself directly in the line of danger when it came to Beck right now. His paws seemed to move without him even thinking, and he could faintly hear Moth in the background pointing out that holding him down wasn't a very good idea. He wanted to follow what she was saying, and keep himself back for both his own and Beck's safety, but he also knew that there was no way that Red was going to listen to this, and he didn't want Red's wounds to become exacerbated by anything that Beck did. He knew that soon the medicine that Selby had administered to the boy would kick in, and Beck would finally pass out, but there was no telling when that would actually happen, considering Beck's ghostly endurance. Wormwood wanted to tell himself that he was being logical when he came up beside Red, their shoulders brushing together as he made a soft noise of warning, but ultimately he knew that logic had nothing to do with it.
The hellhound's mouth opened, ready to whisper reassuring words to Beck to try and assist in calming him down and pulling him finally down into his rest, but suddenly things were moving all too quickly. Time seemed to move in slow motion as all of a sudden Beck's legs were kicking out wildly, landing a solid hit at Red's already injured gut. Wormwood's breath came in quickly as a sudden gasp, and he turned his head to check and see if Red was alright, but pain was exploding throughout the right side of his face, and he felt the sharp dig of claws against his eyeball and eye socket, blood immediately filling the right half of his vision, and within a moment the left half. He let out a pained shriek mixed with a yip as he stumbled backwards, his paws quickly moving up to his face to cover his eyes. Pained noises left him as he sat back on his haunches, agony still echoing through his eye and the right part of his face where Beck's claws had hit. Normally a scratch from a domestic feline, even in this form, wouldn't hurt Worm this much, but Beck had managed to hit just right that he had been afflicted by a great deal of pain, and he couldn't really see anything but red. He felt warmth pooling around the right side of his face, and everything was foggy on his left side, while he couldn't see anything on his right.
He crouched down nearby after a moment, his breath coming out in unsteady gasps as he tried to ease the pain and the sting that had struck him. He couldn't even imagine the pain that Red was in right now, or even Moth, but when he tried to focus on somebody else, he found that it couldn't distract from the fact that his eye was ripped, and blood – probably rotten blood, considering who had inflicted the wound – took over his sight. He could hear Beck's still slightly panicked voice as the boy finally passed out, and he felt a part of him wanting to reach out and comfort Beck, to convince him that he was fine and wasn't dying, but he couldn't even imagine trying to focus on something as concentrated as comforting Beck right now, bent over and trembling in pain. He didn't want to distract Selby's attention from the ghost, but he couldn't help the injured noises that left him, "Hah... ah... f-fuck, fuck, that hurt... Red... Moth... are you guys okay..?"
The hellhound's mouth opened, ready to whisper reassuring words to Beck to try and assist in calming him down and pulling him finally down into his rest, but suddenly things were moving all too quickly. Time seemed to move in slow motion as all of a sudden Beck's legs were kicking out wildly, landing a solid hit at Red's already injured gut. Wormwood's breath came in quickly as a sudden gasp, and he turned his head to check and see if Red was alright, but pain was exploding throughout the right side of his face, and he felt the sharp dig of claws against his eyeball and eye socket, blood immediately filling the right half of his vision, and within a moment the left half. He let out a pained shriek mixed with a yip as he stumbled backwards, his paws quickly moving up to his face to cover his eyes. Pained noises left him as he sat back on his haunches, agony still echoing through his eye and the right part of his face where Beck's claws had hit. Normally a scratch from a domestic feline, even in this form, wouldn't hurt Worm this much, but Beck had managed to hit just right that he had been afflicted by a great deal of pain, and he couldn't really see anything but red. He felt warmth pooling around the right side of his face, and everything was foggy on his left side, while he couldn't see anything on his right.
He crouched down nearby after a moment, his breath coming out in unsteady gasps as he tried to ease the pain and the sting that had struck him. He couldn't even imagine the pain that Red was in right now, or even Moth, but when he tried to focus on somebody else, he found that it couldn't distract from the fact that his eye was ripped, and blood – probably rotten blood, considering who had inflicted the wound – took over his sight. He could hear Beck's still slightly panicked voice as the boy finally passed out, and he felt a part of him wanting to reach out and comfort Beck, to convince him that he was fine and wasn't dying, but he couldn't even imagine trying to focus on something as concentrated as comforting Beck right now, bent over and trembling in pain. He didn't want to distract Selby's attention from the ghost, but he couldn't help the injured noises that left him, "Hah... ah... f-fuck, fuck, that hurt... Red... Moth... are you guys okay..?"
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— Reggan