Talk:Clans/@comment-6044030-20131112105548

Omg okay this is so weird.

Holly shook her head. “We’ll never get back together” she sighed, in pain from her own wounds from the Wolf battle that lasted 3 days straight. She knew she had to keep going, her guild was more important that herself. She looked at the fainted bodies, laying soft and swiftly on the red carpet, lost in thought remembering how her mother had taught her to be a medic. Her mind was racing, she was at a mental blank, but she reminded herself to think soft and slow, just like her mother had told her, so she could heal the wounded. She first start by laying Fierce, who looked the most wounded, on a cool red sheet on what looked like some sort of bed. She checked her heart, and it felt like it was just about to stop. She was panicking, alright. Fierce was by far the best fighter in the guild, she could do anything, and they couldn’t have her just leave them, just like this. She breathed in deeply and went through the steps that had to be done. She was having bad troubling bleeding, she fainted, and right now she had many wounds on her, which would leave to more scars. Holly studied her, looking at how many scars she already had from previous battles. She was in the mecic room. She looked over near the big wall with the painting on it, and just in front of it on the right side she spotted some dead purple seahorse. She slowly stalked up to it, examing it carefully with her gloves, took it back to Fierce. She gave Fierce some water first, to make her wake up and take the medicine correctly, and with instant, she did. “Wh-wh-“ Holly silenced her. “Don’t talk. Just open your mouth” she sighed, and took a bit of the purple seahorse, placing it in her mouth for breathing. In a few minutes, it should start to work in clearing her breathing up.