11-18-2018, 01:25 AM
It felt like it had only been a day or two since the small family had rescued their beloved Medic. Morgan refused to believe at first that the dwindling aura was hers, but he had to check anyway even if only to quell his worry. Taking cautious but quick steps toward his destination, he considered how he would react upon seeing her. In all honesty, he was unsure. Yes, he had trained himself to let life work however it did, but would he really be able to accept what he was about to see? He had done well enough when Whisper died, but he had spent so much more time with Delilah. He had even considered taking the Medic under his wing as a trainee in the art of the elements considering her unique ability, but...
The General finally happened upon the scene. Leroy was already there, it seemed; clearly he had run much faster to get there. Beside him was a near-dead Delilah.
He wanted so badly to just close up the wounds, to at least keep Delilah's blood flowing correctly from the inside until they could tend to her with tools. He wanted so badly to use his powers and prevent that which seemed inevitable, but he could not. He would not use such abilities on a living body so long as there was a chance to seriously hurt them.
The General finally happened upon the scene. Leroy was already there, it seemed; clearly he had run much faster to get there. Beside him was a near-dead Delilah.
"A... Delilah...?"
Morgan gasped out, feeling a very uncomfortable warmth somewhere in his chest. The smell of blood was everywhere, accompanied by a mild scent of the Rosebloods. "Rose...bloods."
His breathing became more ragged. His vision almost lost focus, but he steadied himself as he stepped toward the Medic. He was used to death enough to be able to get close, but the sheer shock of seeing Delilah in such a state made it much more difficult. "Leroy?"
asked the samoyed, his muzzle nearly touching the pink feline's chest. "What... what should we do?"
He wanted so badly to just close up the wounds, to at least keep Delilah's blood flowing correctly from the inside until they could tend to her with tools. He wanted so badly to use his powers and prevent that which seemed inevitable, but he could not. He would not use such abilities on a living body so long as there was a chance to seriously hurt them.
"I'm sorry, Delilah. I'm sorry. I should've been there for you. I'm so, so-"
The General choked on nothing before he could finish. He felt himself shake until his legs finally gave out, and he landed on the ground below. With his face resting lightly on the dying Medic, he whispered, "What can we do...?"
He wished he could let tears out as they did in his favorite books, but he found nothing. His eyes were dry no matter how hard he tried; only his shallow breathing indicated anything about his mood. "Delilah-?"