Jade Fern Grove I tried.

Wrapping up! 

Soon, it was just the sound of his heart. His muscles were in a lock, stiff and unmoving, paralyzed from the tip of his ears to the base of his tail. His breathing came to a slow, and after the trees formed into strange shapes with fuzzy edges. One sharp, final breath, and then he drifted into sleep where he'd spend the next long hours trapped in rest. His bleeding would slow, and his air would soften with a slow rise and fall of his chest. Bonnie needed sleep. Wakefulness fled.

Whatever happened to him from there fell into the claws and souls of the beings around him. And for these next few hours, days, his resting will to live would be slim. Diligence was needed.