The healing process (C)
Dec 26, 2014 17:20:33 GMT -5
Post by East on Dec 26, 2014 17:20:33 GMT -5
The mansion was only a short distance from the gardens, but it was made long through circumstances. Lyall couldn't rush the injured girl against her side, offering support in whatever way she could. But she was hyper aware of each drop of blood that landed on the grass, a trail of devastation. But the rain would come. And when that happened, it would wash it away.
Finally the building came into sight. Her skin buzzed with impatience, wishing to whisk Akela to its door and get her treatment as soon as possible. But she tempered these urges and trudged on, holding the pace that the young dog was comfortable with on her trembling limbs. Minutes dragged by until they were at the porch, the Wolfhound mix taking the step first to help nudge Akela up it. "Almost there," she murmured reassuringly under her breath as she escorted the female Kekoan through the door. The next obstacle were the steps leading to the first floor. Lyall dropped back a peace when they reached them, so she could press closer to Akela's side and haunch up the stairs as a precaution, if her legs gave out or she stumbled. Lyall would take the lead once more when they moved down the hall towards the healer's room.
"I'm coming in, Motley," she called out when they were a few feet from the door, unsure of the African Wild Dog was currently there. Otherwise they'd have to wait, but at least the yearling would be able to get comfortable. Normally, the cadet would request permission and then wait patiently until it was granted. But if etiquette was the expense of someone's life, it was discarded. Unless said life was her own; duty, amongst other things, would always come first.
Lyall pushed open the door with the side of her head, the hinges creaking in protest. Then she stood aside to let the bleeding Boxer enter.TABLE (c) Moxxi of RIA, image (c) loki_hound @ flickr.
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