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Hesitantly you near him, wanting to inspect the injury, but as you get close his eyes open. They flash from brown to yellow and he growls, showing his sharp canines. You pull back. He rests his head back down again, quiet whimpers escaping his throat. You want to help him, but you don't know how to approach him without injuring yourself. You watch him carefully until he falls back asleep. You near him again, quieter this time, slower. You inspect the wound without touching it, it's not too deep but you'll need to clean it. Close by you find a large leaf, big enough to be used for a bowl. You fill it with water, holding it so that the water doesn't spill, and carefully sit down beside the man again. With a piece of moss and the water you've acquired, you gently dab the side of his head. He lets out quiet growls every now and then, but doesn't open his eyes.
When you're satisfied with cleaning the wound, determining that the wound isn't deep enough to be life threatening, you pull away from the young man, sitting by a tree and watching him.
Hours pass until he stirs. His eyes blink at the sky, and he sits up quickly. Too quickly. You watch disgusted as he empties the content of his stomach, before he lays back down and groans. A hand comes to rest on his forehead. You contemplate saying something but you don't. You watch him, and eventually his eyes come to meet yours. He doesn't growl this time, he just nods at you, and you understand. He's the same as you.
Written by AnxiousRomeo on 14 October 2017
