@blue_topaz
Me to)
Me to)
(At least some responses are going through)
(yeah it's just because so many people are on the site around this time)
Yeah)
(Probably. Also @TopazWyrmlet~ , I was able to respond)
Morrigan said nothing, only squeezed her eyes shut to stop tears of pain from slipping out. That’s when she realized she couldn’t move her right arm.
And I responded with this
(I thought that one posted before also? Are we just counting that as after?)
As after what?)
(After the response that I posted.)
I posted it in response to your post, as in a few minutes after)
I posted it in response to your post, as in a few minutes after)
OOPS
(AGHHH. This is so annoying!)
Morrigan nodded, choking in the blood that bubbles up in her throat.
(Oh, well it went before as well so I wasn’t sure…)
Lucian came back over and glanced Morrigan over before showing her the syringe. “This will make you feel better, okay?”
(My fault)
Morrigan opened her mouth to reply but blood burbled out, So she closed it again and nodded.
(It’s all good.)
Lucian shifted Morrigan onto her side a bit, then handed her the cloth from earlier. “You can spit the blood out into there for now, okay?” He asked. He would have to most likely look back at the cuts, really see if anything was damaged internally. He straightened one of her arms, and carefully stuck the needle of the syringe right under the crease of her elbow. He injected the morphine into her blood stream, pleaded to know that it should kick in quickly.
Morrigan held the cloth to her face and spit out blood and… something fleshy. Her right arm was still limp, and she parted her cracked, bloody lips to tell him. “I can’t move my arm.”
Lucian set the syringe aside, a deep frown forming. “You can’t feel your arm? Try moving it,” he said.
After the weird goop had dried, Ryan slid the bowl back to Joanna and continued to repair the mouse. The caluses on the tips of his fingers began to sting a little, but he ignored it.
Morrigan tried to shift it, commanded it to move, but it wouldn’t budge. She shook her head no.
Lucian did his best to keep his expression calm, but he felt fear bubble up inside him. She couldn’t be paralyzed, could she? “See if you can move your other limbs.”
Through the murk in her head, Morrigan dutifully moved all her other limbs, almost whimpering with relief as the pain began to ebb away from the morphine. Blood dribbled from the corners of her lips, but she dabbed it up.
(Have to go for around an hour and fifteen minutes, but I’ll be on after possibly!)
Lucian cursed softly to himself. He was thankful that the morphine may knock her out long enough for him to get a look to see if nerves were severed. “Just try and rest, okay?” He said, managing to keep his composure with a smile. He didn’t want her to freak out about her arm, not until he was completely sure.
(Aw bye!)
Morrigan nodded, reaching up a hand to prod her paralyzed arm uncertainly, almost screaming when a chunk of it fell off.
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