•° Violetfreckle °•
Rapid Recovery • Collector • Lucky Duck T3 • Bewitched
By the Stars, she was exhausted. Still bleeding. Could barely walk. But she didn't enter the medicine den first. Or second. Or even third. Violetfreckle was alive and she was mostly stable. She could hold out for a little while. Even though her vision swam, even though pain spiked up her leg with every step she took, even though her chest—Stars, her chest hurt. It was an ache she'd never felt before, like she was still trying to breathe water. Claws unsheathed at the thought. But no. The worst had begun to be taken care of. The medicine cats had helpers. Maybe she could go in now without feeling like a waste of herbs.
She was slow. So, so slow. Each step felt like an eternity as she tried and failed not to wince. Violetfreckle had gotten lucky, she wasn't as injured as the others. Eventually, she poked her head into the den.
"How–" Her voice was low, raspy, it hurt. She had probably done something to it when she'd screamed for Bumblestar. And drowning didn't help either, probably. She cleared her throat and flattened her ears at the pain the action brought.
"How can I help? I'm not that bad." A bold-faced lie, but hey. She could try.
"I can chew somethin' while you treat me. Or whatever. Just can't gather anything." She spared a glance back at her leg, which she was holding off the ground as she stood still.
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Neptune. + i do not know who else to @ so whoever else is in here \\