OOC: Shaw's in shock :O stinky shaw
Shawchert was oblivious to Sky’s words. He was in shock now, and he was sure she could do or say anything to him and he would agree, but even her words sounded like an echo. He’d been walking through the forest, bleeding for many minutes. He wasn’t fighting her as she took out the syringe, and couldn’t tell what she said when she complimented him. He let her take his arm, and he watched the needle. It was obvious there was suppose to be pain but all he found was a rush of sound going to his ears rather than the pinch that she said he was going to feel. He didn’t faint though, he had a feeling he was suppose to still be awake. He felt something prodding at his mouth and opened it, chewing it slowly. She could be poisoning him and he wouldn’t know it. Knowing her it could have been a possibility. But in his state, he wasn’t about to care without her help he’d be dead anyway. He couldn’t tell where he was nor could he do much about how he fell asleep, that’s what the herbs she had in her mouth were for right? Or was it that syringe? He was discombobulated. He was ready to sleep. He wanted his own mind back.
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