Lost Creek Hollow Doesn't matter if you need it or not

His head pounded again. Through the painkillers and calming scent of stone, it came back to him as she screamed. She screamed, screamed and screamed until his mind saw nothing but the light piercing through his closed lids in red. His muscles contracted, one by one, visibly tensing under his skin. A beast under the undercoat, like a resting lion in the dawn. Though, this lion only hurt, and his teeth wished to touch upon none. "No. Nooo.." he grumbled and winced to himself, not wanting this to be happening the way it was now. Dammit, it couldn't have waited? Why was she here? Dammit, he was in Riverclan, of course she could come here. It was not as if he could go anywhere. For the next few days, he was down. He could do nothing about it.

Was he going to be assassinated on his hospital bed? It overwhelmed him so much his head hurt more, and physically he could feel the painkillers fighting to numb it out.

When she squealed, and then ran, he twitched his foot and watched her path away. "Shit," and his voice was exhausted, his heart trying to skip its rhythm. A soften to his eyes, tired and weak, he glanced to Kestrelcloud.