Bramblepoint The view from halfway down

Help would come, but Bronco did not believe it would come in time. He could feel his heartbeat becoming slower, quieter. Where it had once thundered in his ears making his head throb, he found himself drifting out of a world of pain, entering a cool, silk housecoat of numbness. Njord prompted him, and he blinked his one eye, and stuck out his tongue to wipe his lips, only to find that his mouth was dry. He couldn't taste the blood on his lips anymore, having become immune to it as the metallic taste had begun to hang on his breath. 

He felt cold, and his body began to shiver lightly. He strained to keep himself conscious, and forced himself to breathe a bit harder just to keep himself awake. It would take too long, he thought, for Eljay to come find him. Bridget had gone long ago, and he had no reason to believe that a medic with a magic touch would materialize out of thin air. 

He couldn't tell if time was passing quickly or slowly. He felt something clasp his paw and looked down to see that Njord was holding it- an unusual gesture that he knew from only two other wolves- Teya and Meerkat. The thought of them made him close his eye, squeezing out a tear. He grieved that he might not see them ever again. "Talk," He choked out. He needed a distraction. "Please."