"FFffff, aghfhdfhs!!" He sat up sharply, tossing the sand-filled doll across the den before he let out a grunt, his eyes slammed shut, his lips pulled back into a grimace and he leaned forward, wrapping an arm around his stomach and placing his hand on the stab wound at his side. Oh, dear sweet lord, that hurt. He felt a growing warmth in the spot he held his hand over, and then a wetness. He moved his hand away to see he'd opened up his wound. He bit his lip and closed his eyes again, attempting to will away the soreness and pain from his wounds, as well as the reappearance of the deep, intensely uncomfortable pain of the wound in his side, which he severely aggravated by sitting up so quickly.
After a few minutes of that, he finally opened his eyes again and looked toward Trigger and Boothe, who managed to sleep through his startled awakening. He hadn't been that loud to begin with, so he was relieved to see they were still sound asleep, though bothered to not find little Sophie in the den. He cautiously and carefully moved over to one of his bags and pulled out a jacket and his scarf and put those on, still very careful of his side, and crawled out of the den. It took him a moment to stand straight, as his body wanted to stay hunched over for fear of causing himself more pain, but he managed. He easily spotted the brown, black and cream youth and gently woofed to her before approaching, clenching his side but not allowing his discomfort to show on his face. "What're you doin' up so early, hon? Are y'okay?" He grunted concernedly, tilting his head at her.
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