Set aside // open+visitor/trespasser // the highlight reel

[jacob w.c.]

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob turned to see Lilyspoise, his entire body shaking as he took the water and herbs from her. He didn't even bother trying to explain himself to the other two right now. Having so many people near him was overwhelming and he needed to focus. "H-Harrison! My son, he-he's gone and-and-and, we looked ev-ev-everywhere but I-we can't-t-" the chief's voice shook as much ash is body and tears continued to stream down his face as he gasped desperately for air. He put the herbs in his mouth obediently and then took a drink of the water, taking a few sips before setting it down. It tasted a bit off but he couldn't focus on that now. He had to find Harrison and Deniz was the only one that could help him do that. He was aware of the others talking but he only focused on Lily asking for them to go see if Pincher was somewhere else. His eyes drifted beyond the woman and past her. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he opened his mouth, agape in absolute horror. "Wh-Why didn't ya' tell me?" the words were quiet but full of pain and grief. He ran forward, past the group and to a different area nearby. There was nothing there but Jacob could see it all.

He practically collapsed on the ground, a louder sob coming from him. How could he let this happen. He tried to think of the right herbs to use but there was so much blood, so much blood. Deniz was practically drowning in it. His paws ran over his body. He was still alive but barely. "Lily, why didn' ya' 'elp 'im? How long 'as he been like this?" The words were distraught and angry and his breathing grew even more erratic. "Save me," Pincher croaked the words at him and a sob ripped through his chest again. "I-I'm sorry, I dunno' what ta' do, I can't remember, I can't remember. I dunno' why, I'm tryin'- he spoke through gasps and he ran his paws over the man's body, trying to find a way to patch his wounds. How could he let this happen? How could he lose his son and his closest friend in one night? Then he stopped breathing. "No, no, no. Don't go! Come on, caro, come on-" Gasps and sobs were torn from his lips now. How could he fail this much? After all his training in medicine, after all he'd done, why couldn't he help his dear friend? There were so many things he'd wanted to say and do and he'd never have them now. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

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