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Today he was going to move. He was going to get up and go outside by himself. Sitting on the edge of his bed, bandages changed by Amata earlier that day, he was determined that he would not stay in bed for weeks waiting for the cuts to heal over, and if they ever healed chances were that he would be stuck with a nice scar across his chest for the rest of his life. Btu there was one thing he could control, and that was his movement. Ghita had been stuck with the pups and he had been lucky to have so many adults to bring in the kill. Even though he appreciated it he wished that he could run after the deer himself, feeling his heart racing and breath going in and out slowly. As of now there was no chance i hell he would be able to do that.
Putting pressure onto his arms he lifted himself up, using the side table as leverage as he bit his lip trying to keep in a muffled howl from the pain in his chest. Bracing himself on the table he stood there breathing and cussing until he felt like he could move again. Grabbing Ghita’s old crutch he started out of the room, down the hall, down the stairs, and towards the library. If he was going to be stranded in one spot he would stick himself in the library. Opening the doors the Knight slowly moved cussing under his breath. Lowering himself to the couch he held his breath squinting in pain.
When he finally made it safely to a sitting down position he threw the crutch and turned his head the other way. This was ridiculous. Here he was, one of the biggest fighters in the land and he was broken down to almost tears over a flesh wound. He should be up walking around! Hell if anyone was going to be stuck crying like a baby over an injury it should be Kansas. After all, it was his mate being attacked by the bear. Why did he have to jump in and get hurt. If Kansas wasn’t such a betraying crybaby he would have been right beside him in seconds and they would have taken down the bear with the four of them. The anger inside him matched his physical pain. All he wanted to do was give the pale wolf a piece of his mind. "Shit."
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Today he was going to move. He was going to get up and go outside by himself. Sitting on the edge of his bed, bandages changed by Amata earlier that day, he was determined that he would not stay in bed for weeks waiting for the cuts to heal over, and if they ever healed chances were that he would be stuck with a nice scar across his chest for the rest of his life. Btu there was one thing he could control, and that was his movement. Ghita had been stuck with the pups and he had been lucky to have so many adults to bring in the kill. Even though he appreciated it he wished that he could run after the deer himself, feeling his heart racing and breath going in and out slowly. As of now there was no chance i hell he would be able to do that.
Putting pressure onto his arms he lifted himself up, using the side table as leverage as he bit his lip trying to keep in a muffled howl from the pain in his chest. Bracing himself on the table he stood there breathing and cussing until he felt like he could move again. Grabbing Ghita’s old crutch he started out of the room, down the hall, down the stairs, and towards the library. If he was going to be stranded in one spot he would stick himself in the library. Opening the doors the Knight slowly moved cussing under his breath. Lowering himself to the couch he held his breath squinting in pain.
When he finally made it safely to a sitting down position he threw the crutch and turned his head the other way. This was ridiculous. Here he was, one of the biggest fighters in the land and he was broken down to almost tears over a flesh wound. He should be up walking around! Hell if anyone was going to be stuck crying like a baby over an injury it should be Kansas. After all, it was his mate being attacked by the bear. Why did he have to jump in and get hurt. If Kansas wasn’t such a betraying crybaby he would have been right beside him in seconds and they would have taken down the bear with the four of them. The anger inside him matched his physical pain. All he wanted to do was give the pale wolf a piece of his mind. "Shit."
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