Lake Rodney death and burial were locked up in my chest [m - gore]

Poor soul! <3 Is he even going to survive??

Sebastian gotten him into the water. However then the young medic realized something. He rushed back to the forest. He needed something--- Ha! He spotted a lower branch and jumped up. His jaws grabbed it and along with his weight hanging from it, the branch snapped right off. The male returned. He placed it by the bank, half into the water. Then he nudged the male's nose onto it so it would always stay above the water. That would be quite the failure if he would tend to the other's wounds while he would drown.

Sebastian let out a long sigh. "What in the hell happened to you," he spoke, shaking his head. He didn't waste more time and instantly gotten to work. The lake's water moved slightly with the wind, it wasn't like there were actual waves like the sea had. He would have to do with this for now. He couldn't take the male into deeper waters. Sebastian started to lick the male's wounds clean. His eye fell on the scattered leg. Sebastian had a thoughtful expression on his face, maybe it was better if he just bit it off. With his bone sticking out like that, who knew if he would have the use of that leg? But... maybe then the male would bleed to death. Decisions. Decisions.

The medic decided that he was going to clean him first. Sebastian got to work with full focus. First the hind leg, his romp and over to his side. With his nose he nudged the rocks out, and with the help from the fresh water it was cleaned. His own paws were starting to color red because of the water being colored by the male's blood. Sebastian moved over to his shoulder, his front legs and back towards his chest and neck. So many wounds and cuts. Often he filled his mouth with water and let it rush over the wounds where the water could not reach it. His ears dropped when he came towards his face. Sebastian felt bad for this male. "You have to hold on," he spoke more determinedly.

The grey male started to work on his face, licking all of the wounds clean, or at least trying to get the dirt out. The open wounds on his body seemed to bleed even more into the water. It was good, since the blood would take out infections, yet, if there was too much blood it could be bad. At least one side was done. Sebastian didn't know how much worse the other side was, and if it was smart to even turn him over? The male seemed to have bite wounds and somehow scrapes and road rashes. He sat back in the water, looking down at the broken wolf at his feet. What was the right thing to do here? Would a wolf so broken even survive?