The Guidance- OLD

[BlossomTail]

((:3))

Drake crouched down to Ralen, looking at him worriedly. He coughed again, feeling some water splash in his lungs. He needed to get it out soon, or he would get sick. He gently picked Ralen up, sighing.

[Sabatea]

(( xD Dinner. I might be off and on for a little while ^-^ ))

Ralen muttered something, struggling for a moment before his back seared pain. He winced, now feeling the warm blood trickling from the wound, though it was slowing.

[BlossomTail]

((Alrightt c:))

Drake sighed, and hurried him back into the house, setting him next to Myra on the couch. He put the bloody knife down, and made his way into the bathroom, looking for bandages.

[Sabatea]

(( Hehe xD ))

Ralen stood, carefully crawling to Myra's arm, eyeing it. His ears flattened when he saw the amount of blood she was losing.

[Sabatea]

(( Meep... ))

[BlossomTail]

((Sorry D:))

Drake came back with a handful of bandages, and a shirt. He went over to Myra, quickly beginning to help her with her arm injury.

[Sabatea]

(( It's fine ^-^ ))

Myra mumbled something, looking extremely pale from losing so much blood.

Ralen whined softly, gently licking her cheek, his ears flat.

[BlossomTail]

Drake was worried, and tried to work as fast as he could. "Hold on Myra.." he whispered, wrapping the bandage around several times.

[Sabatea]

Myra moaned softly, slightly conscious now. She faintly felt Drake wrapping the bandage around her wound, but was too weak to respond. Slowly the bandage was turning crimson as the wound continued to bleed.

[BlossomTail]

Drake cursed silently, and continued to wrap it around, making it sturdy and thick. He made sure to tie it together, and looked around the house for anything that might help.