Masculine
28
October 19
Sootopolis City
Bisexual
N/A
N/A
I picked the stitches, now I can't stop bleeding
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Adrian Malcolm
suffer well [c]
POSTED ON Mar 16, 2020 20:44:42 GMT
He'd claimed she'd make it. ...Would she really, though? Or was he just muddling through this?Ripping the jacket over his head, Adrian kneeling beside Howitzer where she lie disemboweled, he uses the jacket to try and offer a pittance; to push everything back into place and try to stop the bleeding. Oh my god, the bleeding... Stop, stop!In the moments it'd taken him to reach her, there had already been a pool of blood, and now even with his leather buffer he still pulled away with hands drenched in crimson. Howitzer's whines come less frequently, and her head droops ever lower. Fishing a cellphone from his pocket, Adrian hastily dials an emergency number, smearing his touchscreen with the same scarlet hue... "I NEED AN AMBULANCE," is all Adrian manages through a croaky voice while he turns his attention back to his Arcanine. "D-don't you fucking die... You have to sta—STAY WITH ME!"Adrian might've wanted to jostle her, embracing her along the wound he applies pressure, her eyes rolling back to match his gaze, though her eyes seem to dim with the passage of time. With a shrill whine she licks her chops, perhaps resigned to her fate and comforted by the fact he is at her side. Her eyelids droop, shuttering out a single tear that stains her fur as she rests her eyes one. last. time. "No; No, no no—NO!" Adrian puts his shoulders into it, heaving himself against her opened belly as he snatches the phone into his clutch once more: "HURRY UP!" His voice is hoarse and raw, and he just as quickly tosses the phone away while Reign silently watches, taking flight and circling around them. "Please, please just hurry..." He sobs. Howitzer is still with him, her chest rumbling with a weakened whine as she succumbs to her grievous injury. "Howitzer, please just—hold on..."They're coming, s-someone's coming...But not nearly fast enough; he taps a pokeball, releasing Rover, another childhood companion of his. "ROVER! DO SOMETHING!" He snaps. Rover is met with shock, and wears a look of pity and remorse, even hesitating to offer assistance. But at Adrian's earnest pleading it relents, applying its meager means like a salve to an open wound. Far too little, and much too late... Doing its best. Standing vigilant.River Marx
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