06-18-2009, 07:16 PM
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They sat there in silence, him waiting to hear her respond in some way to what he had told her. She had to know that he was telling the truth, for he never lied. Especially not to her. Or was it perhaps that she didn't want him in the same way, now that this had happened. Maybe she didn't want to be with him anymore now. Not as lovers anyway. Painful as it would be, if that were the case he hoped that she wouldn't push him from her life completely. The man couldn't bear the thought of that. Of course he would respect her wishes, whatever they were, but that was the last thing he wanted. To be separated from her while they both still lived would be more painful then anything he could imagine. As she began to speak his ears strained forward to catch her words but they were cut off. What if? What if what? But there was no time to question it as she jerked up. The coyote sat there with a worried frown on his face as she heaved into the bucket he had provided. He himself had only been sick in that way a couple of times in his life, but he remembered vividly how unpleasant it was. One usually felt better afterwords, but the process leading up to it was somewhat excruciating. After she was done he looked into the barrel, checking to see if he could make out anything poisonous Corvus might have forced down her. Though all that lay in inside was stomach bile. When she fell back against him he moved the can away from the bed, sitting it within arms reach in case she had need of it again. He rested his hand lightly on her shoulder, his thumb rubbing her fur. The man looked down at her with sad eyes, doing his best to try and think of an explanation for her sudden sickness. "Did he...inject you with anything? A drug or something?" That could have been an explanation and any mark left by a needle would have been impossible to see. Though if he had Onus had no idea what it could have been or if it was lethal in any way. Hopefully that hadn't been the case. But if not then what? "Or maybe your body was just reacting to everything." He sat there in silence for a few more moments, idly rubbing her shoulder as the words she had spoken before the nausea hit him again. "What were you going to say before? What if...?" His voice was soft, as if afraid what the rest of that sentence could be.  |