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It was cold, it was dark, and he was scared. Snow shrouded the world around him, blanketing the corners of his vision with nothing but black. That boy, he was only reason this creature was now stuck in the situation he was. The ruthful, unthought-of, thick actions of that rutty teenager had placed him in this mess. Still, he couldn't blame the child; after all, his core was the essence of fun. If dangers had been thought through, no fun would ever ensue.

A shiver strolled down his spine, rupturing a course throughout his nerves, giving new shakes to his body. Unfortunately, not enough to rid of the snow that clung in mats to his fur. He was a mess, an absolute mess. His right hind quarter no longer mobile, obviously beginning its fastened healing process the immortal held, the bone still in need of being set. It would have to be broken to fix. A most painful ordeal for one with such extensive legs as this creature. The snow froze to his fur in icicles, the bitter wind making new lacerations upon his fluffed, dry cheeks. A red substance now smothered all the white he held exposed. Originally, this dastardly color had only come from his injured leg, but now, it spread from all over his body.

Pain should have been coursing through his body, but the cold had now masked it. His body was far too numb, too tired, all of his hope now vanished. Too feel such a simple thing as pain would be an insult to the time he had left. Emerald eyes soon hid themselves behind grey lids, consciousness escaping the reality of his mind.

The spirit felt like crying. Just breaking down, and losing all of the strength that his last bit of sanity still clung to. He made a promise though. The boy wasn't going to cry other this anymore. No, he'd done enough of that when his lover had been discovered. It was hard, so hard to take in the sight of what sat before his eyes. The very thing that this spirit conjured, controlled, using daily without a seconds thought, was the very thing that had nearly killed his best friend. It wasn't just the shape his friend was in, no, it was knowledge of what he was made of, was the cause of his occurrence. That is what truly made him want to cry.

Scooting his chair closer to the bed of his lover, the spirits right hand slowly slipped into that of the still form's furred paw. The creature didn't twitch, didn't flinch, and didn't make a sound. All that could be faintly heard was the calmness of light breaths, the only indication that the hope of life still bounded through his lengthy being. He looked so much more peaceful while asleep, then when awake. He was always bounding everywhere, afraid his holiday activities would not be finished on time, but he was different now. His fur de matted, cleansed of the red that had nearly stained it. The snow long ago melted, gently allowing those clumps of ruffs to breath.

His right leg had been rebroken. It was a process they, of course, wanted the creature to be awake for. It wasn't that they wished for him to experience the pain, but, it would have made the task faster, as the creature knew best the anatomy structure of his leg. While North had been spent twenty minutes at that task, grumbling that he wished for the creature to be awake, the spirit was glad his lover had stayed unconscious. It would have been far too painful. The anatomy in that leg was something else, and to suffer through that ordeal would have only been one of sheer madness. All was well now, as the wounds had been repaired, taken care of. All that could be hoped for was an awakening of an unconscious form.


Author's Note

Yeah, something I had time to type at school. I wish, just like my other stories, that I could promise the continuation of this, but, I wont, so I don't dissapoint anyone too much. I will say, that after three failed JackRabbit FanFiction ideas, this is the only one I have a huge compulsion to write, and so far, I am generally enjoying it.

I like reviews, but I will never pressure for any ~ Edokinz~