Post by PhazonDragon on Jul 24, 2010 0:07:51 GMT -5
How long he had been out, he had no clue. The hatching took place at midnight. Keltin cracked his eyes open once at sometime during the day, he could tell, judging by the sunlight that burned into his eyes. He was in the infirmary, he also knew, from the pristine white walls and the hospital beds that were on either side of him. There was a restricting band around his chest, and it stung to breathe, but an effort to move his arm to inspect it was met with a disapproving tsk and a hand pushing his arm down. Tired, Keltin let out a low moan and closed his eyes. He thought it was only seconds before he opened them again, but the infirmary was bathed in the orange glow of sunset. Or was that sunrise? He had no clue. All that mattered to him was getting out of here.
Disorientated, Keltin moved to sit up, leaning forward and moving his elbows behind him, but a breath caught in his throat. With a short gasp, Keltin let himself fall backwards, his head landing on the pillow with a soft sigh. "Ugh..." he groaned, his eyes rolling up to stare at the ceiling. "What... What time is it...?" Keltin murmured, closing his eyes, his head tilting to one side. There was a gentle, pleading croon at the bedside, and Keltin reached out a hand with a wince. His hand was met with a rough lick, and a nibble at the fingers. "Hm?" Keltin raised his head up to stare down his arm, and through his blurry vision, saw the brown lump that was his wher.
Keltisk good. Watch. Stay. Like? the brown asked, licking at Keltin's finger like a canine. When the handler pulled his arm away, even if it was a mere inch, Keltisk held back. He cocked his head to the side, his mouth open, exposing the green tongue that lolled playfully out of his mouth. Good? he asked again, his eyes a mix of concerned orange and pleased green. The wher reared up on his hind legs, placing his gnarled forelegs on the bed, his claws scratching at Keltin's exposed arm. He didn't notice though, being the good wherlet he was, just wanted to make sure his handler was fine.
Well Keltisk was here. That meant it had to be dark, or near dark? Or just getting dark? Still confused, on account of sleeping for who knows how long, Keltin hardly noticed the nicks and cuts on his arm from the brown. "Keltisk..." he whispered, letting out a low sigh, "Why are you here...?" Summoning up his strength, Keltin reached over to pull off the covers on the bed. He sat up, and noticed the tight bandages around his chest, or more specifically, the way blood was still soaking through. "Ugh," he said again, breathing slowly, for every movement of his torso lead to a sharp pain. He peered out at the area before him, though his vision was like a novice cameraman: focusing and un-focusing depending on where he looked.
Disorientated, Keltin moved to sit up, leaning forward and moving his elbows behind him, but a breath caught in his throat. With a short gasp, Keltin let himself fall backwards, his head landing on the pillow with a soft sigh. "Ugh..." he groaned, his eyes rolling up to stare at the ceiling. "What... What time is it...?" Keltin murmured, closing his eyes, his head tilting to one side. There was a gentle, pleading croon at the bedside, and Keltin reached out a hand with a wince. His hand was met with a rough lick, and a nibble at the fingers. "Hm?" Keltin raised his head up to stare down his arm, and through his blurry vision, saw the brown lump that was his wher.
Keltisk good. Watch. Stay. Like? the brown asked, licking at Keltin's finger like a canine. When the handler pulled his arm away, even if it was a mere inch, Keltisk held back. He cocked his head to the side, his mouth open, exposing the green tongue that lolled playfully out of his mouth. Good? he asked again, his eyes a mix of concerned orange and pleased green. The wher reared up on his hind legs, placing his gnarled forelegs on the bed, his claws scratching at Keltin's exposed arm. He didn't notice though, being the good wherlet he was, just wanted to make sure his handler was fine.
Well Keltisk was here. That meant it had to be dark, or near dark? Or just getting dark? Still confused, on account of sleeping for who knows how long, Keltin hardly noticed the nicks and cuts on his arm from the brown. "Keltisk..." he whispered, letting out a low sigh, "Why are you here...?" Summoning up his strength, Keltin reached over to pull off the covers on the bed. He sat up, and noticed the tight bandages around his chest, or more specifically, the way blood was still soaking through. "Ugh," he said again, breathing slowly, for every movement of his torso lead to a sharp pain. He peered out at the area before him, though his vision was like a novice cameraman: focusing and un-focusing depending on where he looked.
