Dale Smith (just_dale) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-01-30 17:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 01, character: patrick pucey, dead character: dale smith |
RP: Patrick & Dale
Who: Dale Smith & Patrick Pucey
Where: The clinic, Scotland
When: January 30th, 2025
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Dale wakes up and wants to know what happened.
Dale had crept out of hiding once the fight had died down, deciding that he'd be best off in plain sight. The change had come and gone and Dale had passed out with the pain once it was over, the tear in his shoulder growing longer as his bones cracked and reformed, fur receding and skin stretching taut. It was too much to bear and Dale had felt relief as the red-hot pain and nausea had receded as he'd sunk into a blessed muteness.
When he'd woken up he was in his usual room at the clinic and, as he wiped the sleep from his eyes and stretched, he hissed loudly. There was a bandage on his shoulder and Dale grimaced as he saw he blood staining the gauze. "Great," he muttered, still too out of it to remember that werewolf bites were notoriously hard to heal.
When a door opened and Patrick walked in, he looked up and tried to hide his shoulder from view. He was vain enough to not want the other man to see it. "Hey. What the fuck happened this morning? Was it the pack the Aurors were following?"