Wheeling Gull Isle suffering

Strand nodded absently at the male’s words, only half paying attention as the pain settled in her shoulder again. The rabbit had only given her so much energy and now she could feel herself sinking back down into oblivion again. She heard and repeated the word “yarrow” and was about to pass out again when she heard him ask a question. Did she have enough energy to walk? She could lean on him if she needed to.

“I…” she began, fighting to keep her eyes open. “I don’t know.” But even as she said it, she could feel herself getting her paws underneath her. “I’m afraid the wound will open more if I move,” she said, her voice stronger as she woke up a bit more. Slowly, shakily, she stood up on three legs. She collapsed immediately, but forced herself to stand again and leaned into the male at once to keep herself upright. “Let’s go,” she said, her voice shaking from the effort of standing. “Before I pass out again.”