Trust Me RP

Outlaw 
She worked away at the wall silently with her numb fists, having found a weak spot. She mumbled a “whoops” when a smallish chunk of wall fell off and landed about a foot from Parked. Least it didn’t hit anyone. She peered through the hole she’d made, checking her surroundings. 

Auberon
Auberon opened his eyes slightly, the world around him still spinning terribly. He groaned and shifted his weight uncomfortably.

Sly
He leaned over and placed a cool cloth across Auberon’s forehead from his place on a chair next to the boy’s bed. 

Auberon
The sudden feeling of a damp towel across his forehead made Auberon flinch, giving his world another sudden tilt.

Sly
He checked the IV fluid drip again. Good. It was working. 

Auberon
Auberon opened his eyes again, trying to discipher what was going on around him, mumbling slurred speech all the while.

Sly
“Hey now, take it easy son. Just relax. Get some rest” he said in a clear, gentle voice, hoping the kid would hear it. 

Auberon
Auberon closed his eyes again, figuring out quickly the darkness was much better than a spinning mob, although his mental spinning didn't stop either way. He tried to understand what Sly was saying, but his brain didn't register it fully.

Outlaw 
She held back a yawn. It’d only hurt her jaw more. She should probably get down before she fell asleep up here. 

Auberon
Auberon blacked out completely again, feeling abnormally tired.

Cora
"Am I still untrustworthy?" Cora asked curiously.

Last edited on 2018-07-08 at 16:25:24 by Rainy Days Stable

Sly
He watched him fall asleep again. 

Auberon
Auberon could tell his breathing was starting to become abnormally laboured. Everything felt cold and sleep felt welcoming, but at the same time in such a deadly way- he wanted to run, but at the same time he wanted to stay, right here right now... forever.

Brooklynn 
"I don't know. You tell me."

Cora
"Cause I fake crushed on Auberon?" Cora guessed.

Brooklynn 
"That was sure annoying and depressingly pathetic to watch." Brooklynn shook her head. Who taught her how to flirt? They sure failed.