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Every step is agonizing, each stride a new symphony of pain. You're hurt- badly. You may have walked away from the fight with the orb in hand, but that doesn't mean you came out any better than Ampere. Stupid wench. And, to top it all off, you threw your damn bag during the fight and all your plants got trampled and destroyed. Seriously- completely destroyed. And it's not for lack for trying that you're walking home now with the shakes, sweating because you don't have any locoweed in your system. Your teeth raked the ground trying to pick up the last pieces of any greenery that might have lasted but you got nothing. Just grass and dirt.
Your head pounds, your hooves drag and your shoulder seems heavy. I think you've said it before, but today just might be the worst day ever. The electric burns on your left side are mostly scabbed over, though walking sometimes causes the scabs to crack a little. The electric burns under your right groin, however, are much worse. The tender flesh there is all but seared to the muscle, serous fluid leaking from the area between scabs that are trying to form. Bruises everywhere protest your movements and you limp on both hind limbs, though your right one especially. Even the pressure of the orb against your left shoulder makes you wince. You really should have thought twice before challenging the electric witch.
As you stumble into the swamp, your head is pounding. It hurts so bad it blurs your vision. You need the doctor and you need some drugs. Now! Stomping through the murk and the mud (as you often do), you make your way towards the back of the swamp where it junctions with the Endless Blue territory. Your plants grow there in abundance. And what seems like agonizing hours later, you finally make it there. “Where's the damn doctor at?” you bellow before falling down in a heap on the ground, snatching up every available locoweed in the vicinity. Why you're calling for the doctor if you're self-medicating is a point of contention, but it is your life. Maybe you should try being nice, though. Medics have been known to switch out a prescription... if it suits their purposes.
@[Rayo] and open to anyone else :)
Your head pounds, your hooves drag and your shoulder seems heavy. I think you've said it before, but today just might be the worst day ever. The electric burns on your left side are mostly scabbed over, though walking sometimes causes the scabs to crack a little. The electric burns under your right groin, however, are much worse. The tender flesh there is all but seared to the muscle, serous fluid leaking from the area between scabs that are trying to form. Bruises everywhere protest your movements and you limp on both hind limbs, though your right one especially. Even the pressure of the orb against your left shoulder makes you wince. You really should have thought twice before challenging the electric witch.
As you stumble into the swamp, your head is pounding. It hurts so bad it blurs your vision. You need the doctor and you need some drugs. Now! Stomping through the murk and the mud (as you often do), you make your way towards the back of the swamp where it junctions with the Endless Blue territory. Your plants grow there in abundance. And what seems like agonizing hours later, you finally make it there. “Where's the damn doctor at?” you bellow before falling down in a heap on the ground, snatching up every available locoweed in the vicinity. Why you're calling for the doctor if you're self-medicating is a point of contention, but it is your life. Maybe you should try being nice, though. Medics have been known to switch out a prescription... if it suits their purposes.
@[Rayo] and open to anyone else :)
we all look for ways to make the pain go away
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