The Bracken Woods Can't erase what I wrote in ink

The pain was everywhere and he shared it with Holly, a low whine seeping from his lips. He did not see Uriel's concerned expression, for his eyes tightened shut, his face burrowing into his forelimbs. He used his other senses, large devilish ears making work as they twitched, listening to the sound if the golden stranger chewing at the leaves off the branch. He knew that while the sun was out and while he had no plants in any time of storage, it wouldn't be until nightfall before he would be able to put anything on her cut - mainly just something to ward away swelling, pain and infection. 

There was little, especially in his own condition, the warlock could do at the moment. Keep your eyes closed, use your tail to shield your face. And he would do the same, curling in a ball and tossing his tail over his face, ears flattening again on his head. A headache due to an injury such a this was far different from your normal one. A concussion was far different. With both mirgraines it seemed like anything you did only subsided the pain, didnt get rid of it, until it had it's full course. When the dizzy stops we can move to a burrow I've found to wait out the daylight.