Barrow Fields 911 - call me sometime

The pale boy laid there for a moment, his lungs heaving heavily to circulate oxygen. It was then that Casimir heard it. Pawsteps. A girl appeared in front of him, she stood quite near him, seeming surprised. 
     Oh. Well. This was embarrassing. Casimir laid his ears back with annoyance, he didn’t have time to speak with a random stranger right now. “Fine. Thanks,” he said with an exasperated look. 
     However independent he was, Cas was in pain. He glanced over his body to find several light scratches upon his side. Ha, nothing. Upon attempting to stand up, Casimir yelped loudly, dropping back to the ground. He gave a disgruntled snort and examined his left front paw, where a sharp rock lodged in his pad. 
     Perhaps he could use that bit of help after all. Casimir quickly witched his approach. The boy flashed that devilishly charming smile of his at her, blinking those sharp dazzling green eyes. “Actually a bit of help may be necessary.”