Everything tasted like his own blood. He’d lost weight. Each time he ate, he had to debate whether opening the wound on his tongue was worth it. Improvement was there, but minimal.
The bite on his shoulder had mostly scabbed over. He hadn’t realized just how bad his shape was until the next day. His moving consisted of walking to and from water. He was stiff, swollen, and broken. Each breath was fought for, his entire body recoiling.
He’d made sure Phobos wasn’t wasting all of his time on him, often having to get aggressive with the wolf to shoe him out. As aggressive as he could get. Which, with Phobos, wasn’t very.
He told him he’d be fine, but the reality was that he might not be, and if it meant living through much longer of this, he didn’t want to be.
The fight wasn’t bad. A few years back he would’ve been back on his feet in a day or two at most. That was the hardest part of all of this.
The bite on his shoulder had mostly scabbed over. He hadn’t realized just how bad his shape was until the next day. His moving consisted of walking to and from water. He was stiff, swollen, and broken. Each breath was fought for, his entire body recoiling.
He’d made sure Phobos wasn’t wasting all of his time on him, often having to get aggressive with the wolf to shoe him out. As aggressive as he could get. Which, with Phobos, wasn’t very.
He told him he’d be fine, but the reality was that he might not be, and if it meant living through much longer of this, he didn’t want to be.
The fight wasn’t bad. A few years back he would’ve been back on his feet in a day or two at most. That was the hardest part of all of this.
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I bet I could throw a football over them mountains. - by Pepper - October 13, 2024, 03:39 PM
RE: I bet I could throw a football over them mountains. - by Phobos - October 14, 2024, 11:40 PM