Wheeling Gull Isle suffering

She was too far gone to even hear anything that the male was saying now. The next thing she knew, she was picked up by the scruff of her neck, too weak and out of it to understand what was even going on, let alone fight back. She’d already forgotten the other male’s presence. Pain tore through her shoulder as he dragged her up the beach, but she was too exhausted to scream. Her body shut down from the pain and the starvation and she blacked out for a minute or two, long enough for the dark male to do his job. 

When she awoke, again, she was staring up at his face. ’I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?’

She blinked slowly, uncomprehending. She was so hungry that she was nauseous. “Food,” she croaked at him, her parched throat barely allowing even that word to escape. Stomach acid roiled uncomfortably within her. She felt like her stomach was eating itself. She tried to focus her eyes on the male, hoping to see some recognition in his gaze to show her that he had understood what she was asking for, but her vision swam. She closed her eyes against the double-vision and passed out again.