Cerulean Cape 濡れた犬

his ears flattened slightly at the sounds of her increasingly hoarser breaths. 

he knew what that felt like. he'd lived the last few days alone and in pain. no one near, though he never let them be. that was the difference. but he was glad, at least, that she was allowing him to help. even if that help was so little in comparison to what another could provide. 

it hurts to breath, yeah? such was obvious, but he had to say something to keep the silence from drowning them both and potentially stealing away her focus from the task at hand: staying alive.

he pressed his nose to her chest carefully at first, feeling around for any signs of abnormality. but when that wasn't enough, he used his paw, moving tenderly around the spot.

you may have cracked, or broken something. from such a fall, the latter was more likely. but that was much as he could tell. 

he moved on, then, carefully circling to search the rest of her body for additional wounds.