Bramblepoint (M) Old wounds leave big scars

Rye couldn't help but laugh along with her at his
appearance, he felt like unruly child unwilling to 
bathe. It wasn't a far off comparison as he was shy 
of bathing in fear of pain, the sharp twists and turns
would have caused havoc on his shoulder as he tried to
reach the difficult places on his body. Forget rolling 
in water mid winter either. Then almost like clock work,

good things came to an end.

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Towhees' fall was unexpected, it was jarring and left him 
with adrenaline running through his system. He didn't waste
time gawking at the seemingly injured female, his body lowered
to her level. If allowed, he would do his best to support her. 
His neck sliding under hers in hopes of providing any relief, 
even if only an ounce. He wanted to do more, he wanted to fix
everything but he was so damn powerless. Helplessness twisted 
his gut like knots on wind swept vines, that were laden with
spines. "Towhee, what's going on? What's wrong? Do you need 
me to call for help?" He spoke fast with panic dripping
from his words.