ready? set?- sickness

[deimos]

The burns up and down her side were killing her.

But more then that, she couldn't breathe. Moving was terrible. Her sides ached from the burns, her wing and leg were broken, her paw was *gone*. God, fuck, who did this to her? Was it those stupid assholes from the Grey side? She grimaced as the thoughts ran over her, but she shook her head, slowly. Awkwardly, Sam stood, dragging her wrapped and bandaged body out towards the porch. She wheezed along the way.

When she made it to the porch bed, settling into the sunlight, her ears flattened a bit as she groaned. "Damn. Maybe this fresh air.." She then paused, before starting to hack and cough, her head tilting down a little bit. Her eyes squeezed shut as it came from her muzzle, over, and over again. But slowly, she picked her head up, looking down at the porch where her nose had just brushed it.

Red. Red drops. She flinched, looking away a bit. "It's just from the smoke." She said aloud, trying to convince herself.

"SPEECH"

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