[M] Cry on my Shoulder
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He glanced up at the two as she strained to push the next one out. He swallowed, one hand pushing on her swollen belly to try to help, the other poised to catch the pup as it came. And it did come; with another wave of blood, it came out. It too was still and cold, though the male tried to revive it. He knew it was too small, the lungs wouldn't be fully functioning, nor the heart, but he still opened the birthing sac around it, severed the birth cord, and rubbed the still pup with a cloth from his pack. When rubbing it didn't stir it to life, he sighed heavily, feeling for a pulse, knowing there wouldn't be one.

He didn't know if she wanted to hold this one as well, so he set it next to her, wiping his hands on another cloth from his pack. He was grateful he kept a lot of cloths in his pack, for emergencies. He dug around until he found the tincture of goldenrod he'd made. "Eclipse, this will be bitter, but it will help to slow the blood loss. I'm going to hand it to Robert so he can help you drink it. Robert, don't let her drink the whole vial, only about half."

He offered the small vial to the male, giving the male something to do in hopes it would make the man feel less... well, he didn't know. He only knew that if he had been in Robert's shoes, as he easily could have been, he would have wanted something to do besides hold her hand. He could only guess that the Collins male would feel the same.


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