Northstar Vale It's "Can I get a witness?" time

FUCKINGSHITPISSFUCK!!!

She didn’t hear the pop but she certainly felt it. And she could taste blood flowing into her mouth from the two gaping holes in her lip. Without thinking, Towhee’s tongue darted out to touch the puncture wounds. She hissed at the sting, cursing under her breath now.

Her eyes flicked up to see if Jack was doing another victory dance. Towhee watched him throw back his head and her mutilated lips curled a little, earning another hiss of pain. But she wasn’t do distracted that she didn’t catch the strange look float across Jack’s face in the next moment, his eyes flung wide.

What? What is it? she asked, filling with dread at that queer expression on her child’s face. Jack—? Towhee prompted, moving closer and then realizing the quill had disappeared. SHIT! JACK!

She had the presence of mind to clap him on the back even as she bellowed. Towhee probably went a little too hard and she’d apologize to him about that later. But right now, all she could think was that her kid had a fucking needle stuck in his throat. She had to get it out, even if it meant diving in there herself.