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(My fault)
Morrigan opened her mouth to reply but blood burbled out, So she closed it again and nodded.
(My fault)
Morrigan opened her mouth to reply but blood burbled out, So she closed it again and nodded.
(It’s all good.)
Lucian shifted Morrigan onto her side a bit, then handed her the cloth from earlier. “You can spit the blood out into there for now, okay?” He asked. He would have to most likely look back at the cuts, really see if anything was damaged internally. He straightened one of her arms, and carefully stuck the needle of the syringe right under the crease of her elbow. He injected the morphine into her blood stream, pleaded to know that it should kick in quickly.
Morrigan held the cloth to her face and spit out blood and… something fleshy. Her right arm was still limp, and she parted her cracked, bloody lips to tell him. “I can’t move my arm.”
Lucian set the syringe aside, a deep frown forming. “You can’t feel your arm? Try moving it,” he said.
After the weird goop had dried, Ryan slid the bowl back to Joanna and continued to repair the mouse. The caluses on the tips of his fingers began to sting a little, but he ignored it.
Morrigan tried to shift it, commanded it to move, but it wouldn’t budge. She shook her head no.
Lucian did his best to keep his expression calm, but he felt fear bubble up inside him. She couldn’t be paralyzed, could she? “See if you can move your other limbs.”
Through the murk in her head, Morrigan dutifully moved all her other limbs, almost whimpering with relief as the pain began to ebb away from the morphine. Blood dribbled from the corners of her lips, but she dabbed it up.
(Have to go for around an hour and fifteen minutes, but I’ll be on after possibly!)
Lucian cursed softly to himself. He was thankful that the morphine may knock her out long enough for him to get a look to see if nerves were severed. “Just try and rest, okay?” He said, managing to keep his composure with a smile. He didn’t want her to freak out about her arm, not until he was completely sure.
(Aw bye!)
Morrigan nodded, reaching up a hand to prod her paralyzed arm uncertainly, almost screaming when a chunk of it fell off.
(First symptom of the plague)
(My god. Why?)
(because the feeling of hurting without pain [writing] helps me deal with life. As does imbedding some of my issues in my characters)
(Okay. Just is she going to lose her whole arm?)
(Oh no. She needs her arm to——— never mind. )
(WHAT? WHAT? YOUR SCARING ME TOPAZ!)
(Nuuuuuthin’. hides knife behind back)
(DON'T PULL AN ACE ON US.)
(WAIT WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THAT KNIFE?!)
(AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!)
(I wooooon’t… Hides Morrigan’s abusove dad behind her back)
(WAIT WHAT!?!)
(He lives in Anjou. Which is where they’re headed for…… also, she ran away from him. And he’s mad. And insane. Also, Morrigan’s mother was actually more abusive than her dad, but she left when Morrigan was young)
(WAIT WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THAT KNIFE?!)
It’s not me who will be using it…
(OH BOY.)
"I wonder if anyone is hungry." Joanna muttered. "I should probably make something."
(I love how everyone's freaking out and then lavender's just like. Let's have Joanna make food.)
(She's a sensible gal. 95% chill. Besides, food is important.)
(Food is life)
(Food is love. Food is life.)
(True. So true.)
Joanna set to making PBJ sandwiches. "I reckon everyone will be hungry after that ordeal with the sirens." She told Ryan.
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