A pained moan escaped from the girl's lips as she turned her head slowly to inspect the exact spot that produced where she had felt the phantom punch - her ribs. She expected to see blood gushing out her skin, or something to be poking out of her side - but again she found nothing along the ruffled fur of her flank. The damage was ot superficial -- both to her dismay and tranquility.
If it had been a physical wound at least she would've had a clue of how to tend it, despite the dangers of infection she would've at least felt in control. But the haunting sensation of having busted up her insides was far more frightening --especially for the ignorant yearling whose field of expertise did not include medicine.
It was then that the worried voice of her spectator reached her ears. Juno turned her head slowly, wincing still at the soft movement required. "Oh hey!" she managed to yell, with a soft embarrassed smile hanging from her lips, "Well good thing I happened to fall here! she barked, not even her injuries could put out her feisty humor, "Would'cha give 'im a call then?" she asked, while limping a couple of steps more to get a better look at her rescuer.
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