Kyoyas' breath was ragged as he ran through the pitch black forest, half-limping as his legs carried him through the thick brush. His fur was matted and mangy with dirt and blood, his glasses were smeared and uneven upon his face. Clamped tightly under his arm was a small bundle, wrapped in pale cloth.
Behind him came the echoes and screeches of the undead, a flurry of multi-type attacks all trying to find him in the darkness.
I have to lose them! I can't lead them back! He skidded to a halt, performing a very rushed rain dance as he tried to catch his breath. The skies opened up, the dark clouds above pouring rain down in thick torrents.
Bastards will lose my scent now...! he thought, doing his best to make a beeline for his target, and not run directly there, as his instincts screamed at him to do. The Ampharos' tense expression changed as he saw the thick patch of thorn bushes and large boulders come into view. With a final bound, he leaped on the large boulder, shimmying his way around the bushes and into the hidden den, gasping and collapsing inside.
The Ampharos clung to the package he held against his chest tightly, closing his eyes and leaning against the cool walls, his breathing still thick and heavy. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he searched the small hole, his gaze resting on the dark pile of fur in the darkest recess.
"Good...still here..." he whispered to himself, his breath slowing a bit. Pulling himself up painfully, he inspected his wounded upper leg. A deep two-clawed gash ran across it, revealing thick muscle underneath the tattered yellow fur.
He sighed heavily, adjusting the glasses on his face and gingerly picked up the package, unwrapped it from the cloth and its' tattered plastic package and inspected it.
It looks like it's still undamaged...
The small amount of liquid in the glass syringe barely showed in the darkness, shimmering ever so slightly as he moved it. Kyoya clenched his jaws as he looked to the unconscious Umbreon in the darkness.
This better be fucking worth it...it'll all be for nothing if he doesn't make it through...
The smell of blood not only clung to Plague, but now to himself. He dragged himself closer to the vulpine and nudged him slightly.
"Plague, I'm back...I brought the meds." He whispered, inspecting the Umbreons' wounds again. Plagues' eyes opened slowly and hazily as his breath quickened slightly, but he didn't move.
Kyoyas' slate colored eyes moved over the Umbreons' broken body, pausing at the protruding, narrow bone jutting out of his side. Dry blood clumped his fur near it, and dark and foul smelling liquid had started to form around the wound from bacterial infection.
"Plague...we're going to have to set this...before we give you the Max..." he muttered firmly as his gaze met the Umbreons'.
Plague struggled to take in a breath to respond, but an excruciating pain kept him from taking anything more than a shallow, tiny breath.
Tears fell from his eyes slowly as he gazed at the Ampharos, terrified and in agony.
Kyoya solemnly nodded at the Umbreon. "I couldn't find any anesthesia...but once I set it, I'll give you the Max...then the pain will go away." He said softly, moving to the entrance and letting his paws get rinsed off in rain before coming back. He picked up the white cloth that he used to wrap the medicine, gently cleaning the wound. Puss oozed from the clotted areas and blood slowly began to seep from the puncture in his flesh.
Pausing, Kyoya disappeared and quickly came back with a severed branch about 8 inches long in his paw.
"...You'll need this." He muttered, gently opening the Umbreons' maw and putting the branch between his canines.
"Whatever happens, don't cry out." Kyoya hissed, his eyes cold as steel.
Grasping the rib, he quickly shoved it under the skin and into its' relatively correct place. The Umbreon convulsed and tensed under his firm grip, quickly going limp with a gagging whimper.