Looking for the Healer

Silvermane slumped against his side. Laying down as comfortably as possible, he looked at the many herbs. Some he recognized, some he did not. But he did not worry, this was done by a professional. As he glanced at the stinging nettle he was abit confused, but shook of the thought. It probably would help him some way or another.

"My name is Silvermane Lon." he began "But I was never called by my last name.". Then, Silvermane's eyes glinted a blood red, and he coughed up much blood.
"Please, speed up." He said, his thick, warm blood spreading onto the dirty, leaf-filled ground as blood splattered his muzzle. On the edge of falling unconscious. His eyes looked around as though he came out of a trance. A instant need for pain-relief was needed. His lung might even be damaged slightly, causing pain but nothing time and mending could not fix.