Ones we’ve inherited, ones that we learn WHO: Owen and Blue WHEN: Friday Night WHERE: Outside Owen and Claire's pad WHAT: Mother Hen checking up on his hatchling~ WARNINGS: Owen's mouth and thoughts? Reference to boo boos and dinosaur shit. STATUS: In-Progress
A day passes and Owen doesn't even realize he's waking up to the next evening instead of the prior. And here he'd thought that maybe he wasn't doing that bad. Apparently that vampire had taken more out of him than previously considered. Oh well. It was probably sleep that he needed anyways.
At least he was conscious enough to let Claire fuss over him and the very annoying mark that thankfully clotted up before a trip to that hospital was necessary. Several bottles of juice chugged later and he was snoring like a baby.
Waking up was a little distorting, his shoulder still ached and his stomach protested at the emptiness. But there was something else he had to check up on first. It had been too long since he'd last checked in with Blue and not only would she probably go looking for him, but would probably find trouble in it's place. Especially if she were irritated. The last thing he needed right now was a case of dino damage control. One worried lady was enough. Two, Owen had his hands full.
Taking it nice and slow he slipped quietly out of he and Claire's room, not even bothering to snag his boots and pad out through the lobby of their complex, down the stairs and to the entrance. Blue's den wasn't far from here. Owen wasn't stupid enough to press his luck--with his blood loss or worrying Claire some more, so he licked his dry lips and whistled for his Beta. He grasped the ledge of the entrance, eyes scanning the darkness and listening for the weight of her feet on the grass. She'd be awake and alert now. Hopefully not causing a ruckus looking for him or the reason for the scent of his blood in the air he knew she could smell.