in the face of evil- open, on the border

[wormwood.]

i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck

with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest

Anger. Hot, bitter aggravation. Not directed at him. No, actually, the exact opposite is being directed at him. Happiness, and comfort, with him seemingly acting as a sort of stabilizer for the very much unstable Sam who was clinging to him. Despite the soreness that reminded Aurum sharply of the wound that he currently had on his chest, Aurum didn't hesitate to hold Sam close, acting as the tether to the real world that the female needed at the moment. Hell, she was practically shaking, frantic but slow kneading happening as she desperately sought out comfort. The proxy had no earthly idea what had happened to her in her absence, but it had obviously been awful. When she croaked out her first real word since he had seen her that wasn't just a cacophony of screaming, the lion nodded his head, ready to lift her up and carry her all the way back to camp where she could be taken care of, and see that she was safe. However, soon enough he wasn't the only one present. The first to arrive after him was Crow, something that he was grateful for. He knew that Crow knew first aid, and plus would probably also be able to provide a comforting presence for Sam in her time of need. However, the third to arrive wasn't so comforting. Aurum wasn't displeased with Abathur's arrival, but Sam evidently was, from the way her eyes narrowed and her words came out in a soft snarl.

Mouth curling into a frown, Aurum made a soft noise of protest when Sam stepped away from him, knowing full well that she wouldn't be able to stay up on her own for long. She managed to hunker down in front of him for a moment, in a seemingly protective position – which Aurum probably would've found pretty humorous, considering the condition she was in, if it weren't for what was going on – but it didn't last long. When she collapsed down onto her side, the proxy let out a little whine of worry from his throat, eye flicking from Crow to Abathur. Moving forward, he let his tail gently drape over Sam's flank in a comforting touch before he spoke to Crow, "Crow... Crow, you can help her, right? Patch her up? She trusts you. Abathur..." His one good eye moved over to the other male, hesitating before he continued, "...She's not in the best state right now. She won't let you come near, and I think it's best not to stress her out more now... could you go and get one of the others? Moth or Selby or someone? And maybe Leroy... If I can't carry her then we need someone who can." He very much wanted to protest the fact that he couldn't carry Sam in his current state, but... technically Abathur was right. Even just Sam hugging him had made his chest feel like it had been lit ablaze, and he doubted it would work out well if he carried someone all the way back to town, even with flying.

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