Bramblepoint Take a look inside my eyes

Please let me know if I need to change something, I assumed you meant Bridget would return with water. And depending on Bridget's response, you are welcome to close this one. Etephyr will remain around bramblepoint until fully healed, so if things work out, you're welcome to create another thread! 

Etephyr struck a nerve, her ears stood tall as the medic told her off, a flicker of confusion contorted her brows but it quickly fled. Shocking, to see a sleeping bear that once laid dormant in the medic, now sharply awoken and hungry. In a way it was amusing, to see the females sensitivity but in another, it was exasperating.

The bitch chose silence, RBF (resting bitch face) taking over her expression. Etephyr took the medics brief disappearance to gauge her options. Hold firm in her words, beg and plead or apologize and reiterate. To many, apologizing was the obvious choice but to Etephyr, it was simply a card to play to get what she needed; however, not all cards are equal, she would need to play it carefully. Phyr gazed over her wounds, letting the subtle buzz of pain cast their votes. Her wounds were not dire but infection was, applying a poultice on her own would be a monumental task, one she was ill-equipped to handle. Reluctant to admit it, Etephyr wasn't so blind with pride to miss the fact she needed to depend on this Bridget woman. 

Once the medic came into view, Etephyr cleared her throat and breathed as deeply as she could without causing breathtaking amounts of pain. The woman fought to push herself to her front paws, sucking her teeth to manage pain and even biting her tongue to distract, although Etephyr knew what little good that did. 

She was as ready as she would ever be. "Bridget," She managed through the pain. "I need to apologize for my poor choice of words." A short pause. "I misspoke, my words were uncouth, bittered by pain and exhaustion but still, I apologize." Her next words forced her to swallow hard, a lump of pride trying to force its way back to her mouth. "I need help, I need you." Her words felt unsafe, they endangered her. Her body quaked, minuscule vibrations plagued her legs and chest, partly due to her waning strength. "I am sure your home is—" She stopped, struggling to find an endearing word. "Adequate - but, now more than ever before, it would not be right of me to take up space without some form of repayment." It wasn't entirely a lie, Etephyrs mother taught her to never greedily take from others generosity. "I ask to be forgiven and for you to enable me to repay your kindness." It was over, her carefully constructed words were on the table, so the woman's body slumped back down to the dirt after finally reaching muscle failure.

She simply stared at her medic, a million thoughts rushing through her mind, pounding in her head like a herd of galloping horses. Was her efforts in vain? Isn't that what she deserved? Absolutely.