The world was still quite hazy. "Con..cussion…" he said idly, nonsensically inserting the word as his brain made the diagnosis. Fuck, he thought, never realised how much they hurt. He blinked again, hearing Korbin's words again, the almost-laugh, returning it with a sound of his own as the raven-boy retorted with his usual sharp jabs - though there was a difference in these words, which his addled mind couldn't dissect with much detail just yet.
He was too focussed now on being told that they were going to stand up, and he nodded (and winced again), at the idea. Yes, standing. He could stand, right?
His legs felt like jelly, twitching and spasming beneath him. He was shaky, and as his head spun he felt a mouthful of bile-tasting vomit hit his tongue. He spat it out, barely keeping from inducing another round of dizziness with the motion.
They were walking - well, they were limping, leaning and moving, at least. Chulane didn't bother trying to direct the way they would go - he put his trust in the raven-boy much like he had in what had just been a raven to him out on the Tundra.
"Your head," it was almost a question, almost an explanation, almost a belatedly realised memory, his tones soft in reply to Korbin's final comment.
He was too focussed now on being told that they were going to stand up, and he nodded (and winced again), at the idea. Yes, standing. He could stand, right?
His legs felt like jelly, twitching and spasming beneath him. He was shaky, and as his head spun he felt a mouthful of bile-tasting vomit hit his tongue. He spat it out, barely keeping from inducing another round of dizziness with the motion.
They were walking - well, they were limping, leaning and moving, at least. Chulane didn't bother trying to direct the way they would go - he put his trust in the raven-boy much like he had in what had just been a raven to him out on the Tundra.
"Your head," it was almost a question, almost an explanation, almost a belatedly realised memory, his tones soft in reply to Korbin's final comment.
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