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Bough was alive.
Physically, at least. Dr. F had managed to stop him from bleeding out, bandaging him and moving him to a bed. He was out for a good day or two, body recovering from the trauma it had sustained.
When he next awoke, the summer sun was beating down on him. His shoulder and chest was heavily bandaged, and there must have been some type of numbing agent on it, as he couldn't feel much in that area.
But boy, did he feel like crap. His bones ached, his head throbbed. Bough groaned and rolled over, out of the sun. He took a while to recollect his thoughts, no matter how much it hurt.

He knew this place. This was the room he had spent most of his younger years in, when he was too sickly to be living in the nook. The back of the clinic. Even though a bigger bed had been put in there for him, it seems. He was here because he got hurt, he recalled. He saved a wyngling from a firework, then Alma had hurried him off- Alma. Where was she? Where was his mum? Where was everyone?
...It was midday, Dr. F would be tending to other patients and Alma would be caring for the wynglings, His friends would be busy working or doing cranny chores- oh god, did his friends know where he was? WHERE WAS CHEETO?! Chii, he hoped that annoying little beeb was alright.
He groaned again, rolling back into the sunlight, propping himself up and looking out the window.
Good god, had he fucked up.

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Bough's indie earth magic: sprout seeds 2/2 (hes all done!)

6/723 wyns Tracker

Description
Bough was alive.
Physically, at least. Dr. F had managed to stop him from bleeding out, bandaging him and moving him to a bed. He was out for a good day or two, body recovering from the trauma it had sustained.
When he next awoke, the summer sun was beating down on him. His shoulder and chest was heavily bandaged, and there must have been some type of numbing agent on it, as he couldn't feel much in that area.
But boy, did he feel like crap. His bones ached, his head throbbed. Bough groaned and rolled over, out of the sun. He took a while to recollect his thoughts, no matter how much it hurt.

He knew this place. This was the room he had spent most of his younger years in, when he was too sickly to be living in the nook. The back of the clinic. Even though a bigger bed had been put in there for him, it seems. He was here because he got hurt, he recalled. He saved a wyngling from a firework, then Alma had hurried him off- Alma. Where was she? Where was his mum? Where was everyone?
...It was midday, Dr. F would be tending to other patients and Alma would be caring for the wynglings, His friends would be busy working or doing cranny chores- oh god, did his friends know where he was? WHERE WAS CHEETO?! Chii, he hoped that annoying little beeb was alright.
He groaned again, rolling back into the sunlight, propping himself up and looking out the window.
Good god, had he fucked up.

~~
Bough's indie earth magic: sprout seeds 2/2 (hes all done!)

6/723 wyns Tracker