(Tug's POV)
"I know you're tired Misto, but we need your help," I pleaded.
"Ok fine, what does Jenny need me for?" Misto rubbed his eyes.
"It's Munk, she wants you to check him out for internal injuries after that fight with you-know-who."
"Munk? Is he ok?" Misto asked worriedly.
"That's what we want you to tell us."
Misto's worry was infectious; I had never really considered that Munk wasn't ok. I mean he was a bit beat up but he'd be fine...wouldn't he?
"Right, I'm on my way," Misto gave me a reassuring smile, "He'll be ok Tug don't worry."
He vanished in a puff of smoke; no doubt to get to Jenny's faster. Misto was one of the few jellicles who actually knew how close friends me and Munk were. A lot of the tribe thought we didn't bother with each other, that we just wound the other up. But that wasn't at all true, ok maybe sometimes but we were the best of friends really. Oh Everlasting Cat please let him be alright.
I arrived at Jenny's only to hear Misto's concerned voice,
"Well how long has he been unconscious then?" he asked.
My stomach churned, and I burst into the den.
"Wh...what's goin' on?" I demanded.
Misto looked up at the sound of my voice,
"Tug, erm well..."
I knelt down where Munk lay, taking hold of his paw.
"Maybe you should wait outside Tugger," Jenny suggested.
"No. I'm staying right here."
I watched as Misto concentrate hard beside me, and his paws began to glow. His eyes suddenly shot open and the colour drained out of his face.
"What?" It was hard to believe this near hysterical voice was coming from me, "Misto, tell me dammit!"
"He's bleeding internally, he.he's lost a lot of blood already," Misto said in a somber way.
"But it can be fixed, can't it? And then he'll be ok?" I asked desperately looking from Misto to Jenny. Jenny couldn't look me in the eye,
"I...it's beyond my expertise," she whispered.
"Misto?"
He was my last hope.
"A healer could do it...but I'm not a healer."
"But you're magical! Surely you could..?"
Misto interrupted me, "I'm not a healer, only a conjurer. I can do flashy stuff but that's about it. This is a tricky procedure," Misto hung his head, "I'm sorry Tug."
And there went my last hope.
"I know you're tired Misto, but we need your help," I pleaded.
"Ok fine, what does Jenny need me for?" Misto rubbed his eyes.
"It's Munk, she wants you to check him out for internal injuries after that fight with you-know-who."
"Munk? Is he ok?" Misto asked worriedly.
"That's what we want you to tell us."
Misto's worry was infectious; I had never really considered that Munk wasn't ok. I mean he was a bit beat up but he'd be fine...wouldn't he?
"Right, I'm on my way," Misto gave me a reassuring smile, "He'll be ok Tug don't worry."
He vanished in a puff of smoke; no doubt to get to Jenny's faster. Misto was one of the few jellicles who actually knew how close friends me and Munk were. A lot of the tribe thought we didn't bother with each other, that we just wound the other up. But that wasn't at all true, ok maybe sometimes but we were the best of friends really. Oh Everlasting Cat please let him be alright.
I arrived at Jenny's only to hear Misto's concerned voice,
"Well how long has he been unconscious then?" he asked.
My stomach churned, and I burst into the den.
"Wh...what's goin' on?" I demanded.
Misto looked up at the sound of my voice,
"Tug, erm well..."
I knelt down where Munk lay, taking hold of his paw.
"Maybe you should wait outside Tugger," Jenny suggested.
"No. I'm staying right here."
I watched as Misto concentrate hard beside me, and his paws began to glow. His eyes suddenly shot open and the colour drained out of his face.
"What?" It was hard to believe this near hysterical voice was coming from me, "Misto, tell me dammit!"
"He's bleeding internally, he.he's lost a lot of blood already," Misto said in a somber way.
"But it can be fixed, can't it? And then he'll be ok?" I asked desperately looking from Misto to Jenny. Jenny couldn't look me in the eye,
"I...it's beyond my expertise," she whispered.
"Misto?"
He was my last hope.
"A healer could do it...but I'm not a healer."
"But you're magical! Surely you could..?"
Misto interrupted me, "I'm not a healer, only a conjurer. I can do flashy stuff but that's about it. This is a tricky procedure," Misto hung his head, "I'm sorry Tug."
And there went my last hope.