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Post by Egil Mednick on Jul 12, 2015 19:49:34 GMT -5
Egil just held Don close, he needed help with this, he didn't know what to do to make things better and this... this was terrifying, even if he wasn't showing it. He needed to make Don feel better, he needed it like air. For now the Swede rubbed the elder man's back, doing his best to comfort him.
He needed to talk to Keith.
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Post by Donato Martelli on Jul 12, 2015 20:23:21 GMT -5
Don's screaming began to die down as he was losing his voice. His throat was stinging, as was his stitches, and his head was throbbing too, but he didn't seem to care. The Italian was beyond exhausted and now that all of that was out of the way he felt like he could sleep for a month.
Nothing else registered in the worn out Ookami other than a source of warmth and he cuddled into it. It wasn't long before Donato fell asleep in Egil's arms, and compared to how he had been a minute or so before, the transition had almost been too quick to believe.
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