maybe @Cole < 3
there was a flash of teeth, a distant coyotes yowl, and a pool of blood. searing pain that wouldn't end, and primal fear that'd crawled into bones to make a permanent home. and then she jolted awake with a gasp.
winslet trembled, curled into a tight ball inside of her den, as she came too. wide and flighty eyes snapping to the mouth of her den, searching outside for the coyotes she swore were on her in her nightmare. and while she'd find none, the panic wouldn't subside. it was an ache in her chest, one that clawed its way toward her throat, threatening to suffocate.
breathe. she has to remind herself to breathe.
how long had she been in her den? it felt like ages. bed-ridden, on orders from the healers who'd aided her. confined because she was too terrified to step outside of her den and face the world that was so cruel and unforgiving.
it was stifling, and her legs still ached. they were wrapped now, and clean. but she swore that when she looks down at them, they're still bloody and injured. it's a cruel trick of the mind that makes her throat feel uncomfortably tight.
it's clear now, that she hadn't moved an inch for days. had barely eaten—she couldn't stomach anything. barely slept, as she'd just jolt awake from terrors that taunt her. her den was safety, but even that felt like a lie. she doesn't think she could ever feel safe. she doesn't think this fear will ever go away.
a soft whine leaves her as she exhales. her eyes are open again, blurry with tears that threaten to fall, as she searches. searching for cole, her only semblance of comfort, of safety. she needs him.
winslet trembled, curled into a tight ball inside of her den, as she came too. wide and flighty eyes snapping to the mouth of her den, searching outside for the coyotes she swore were on her in her nightmare. and while she'd find none, the panic wouldn't subside. it was an ache in her chest, one that clawed its way toward her throat, threatening to suffocate.
breathe. she has to remind herself to breathe.
how long had she been in her den? it felt like ages. bed-ridden, on orders from the healers who'd aided her. confined because she was too terrified to step outside of her den and face the world that was so cruel and unforgiving.
it was stifling, and her legs still ached. they were wrapped now, and clean. but she swore that when she looks down at them, they're still bloody and injured. it's a cruel trick of the mind that makes her throat feel uncomfortably tight.
it's clear now, that she hadn't moved an inch for days. had barely eaten—she couldn't stomach anything. barely slept, as she'd just jolt awake from terrors that taunt her. her den was safety, but even that felt like a lie. she doesn't think she could ever feel safe. she doesn't think this fear will ever go away.
a soft whine leaves her as she exhales. her eyes are open again, blurry with tears that threaten to fall, as she searches. searching for cole, her only semblance of comfort, of safety. she needs him.
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