Moonspear feed the bear

you sure? pauk asks, the knot twisting further in his belly. i'onno, i'm just worried. 'cause like, what if the dirt makes your eye all infected, n' then it falls out? or somethin'.
his mind swirls with the image — his sibling, screeching, rocking back and forth as agonizing pain paralyzes them at their panicking mother's feet; scarlet trailing the den floor; a grotesque, swollen milk-white eyeball rolling to a stop in front of pauk.
biting down on his tongue to stop himself from feeling sick, he shifts beneath the pressure of tiuttuk's weight uncomfortably. i think we should have mom look at it, still.