Redhawk Caldera [m] One last night on earth

Hehe, hey, you're almost at 1,000 posts, Kim! :)

My post describes his injuries. Please note that I'm playing pretty fast and loose with his medical malady here. ;)

During the seizure, no conscious thought passed through Peregrine's head. He existed only physically for those agonizing ninety-six seconds as every nerve in his body seemed to pop and jump like oil in a hot pan. Blood veritably poured from his left eye, obscuring the eyeball itself in a pool of red. It bulged from the socket, right as the seizure began to wind down somewhat.

Even as awareness began to return to him, Peregrine experienced the worst pain of his life. He felt something snap inside his head and he let loose a bloodcurdling scream. It was so painful, he lost consciousness within seconds. His left eye did not close, too bugged out and swollen for his eyelid to seal. Blood continued to drain, smearing across the right side of his face and pooling around his head.

Ashton arrived on the scene, unbeknownst to the unconscious Peregrine. He was just in time to witness as a disgusting and jellylike blob of congealed blood slithered from the wolf's tear duct, sliding over his muzzle like some sort of foul, alien slug and plopping on the ground with a distinct (and disgusting) sound. Perhaps he would recognize a blood clot when he saw one, though no one—not even Peregrine himself—would probably ever realize that his brain had been bleeding very slightly ever since an ill-fated hunt in late May and that today's events were the direct result of a long-term subdural hematoma.

And who knew what condition he would be in when he awoke? The brain bleed was gone, the clump of blood having been pushed unceremoniously from his skull like toothpaste through a tube, evidenced by the revolting red blob beside Peregrine's head. But what sort of trauma had it wrought on his brain as it had forcibly birthed itself from its makeshift womb behind his eyeball, its warm, wet nest of optic nerves and other tissues?