Still curling up at the fireplace, cozy and warm. The wind still blowing, air still cold. Hurk still having to go out collect more fuel to keep the fire on. Corvik wanted to come as he could endure the cold with such oversized belly. He tried to get through the front door but his belly jammed at the door. The door broke a bit as his metal heftly body squeezed through. Shawon still looking at DranGon with entire body covered in bandages.
-I'm just hoping he can recover well.
Wogan didn't say much but to sit near him and watch DranGon resting on the other couch.
-We live in warm place and there is no snow there, ocean is warm too. The only thing is rain but it does not beat the snow yet. Unsure what happened to him along the journey and seems like we are heading a direction that I don't think he can follow unless we return.
-Shawon, you might have got it right. He doesn't get used to this cold but... you? - Wogan said as he placed his hand on Shawon's belly- it is warm. Everyone have their own body heat but DranGon?
-You are saying he does not emit his own body heat? Then how does he alive? Being a cold piece of flesh. He needs our warmth to keep him being warm to us, like a lot of them. It was horribly shocking when I touched him that he was colder than a chunk of ice. Wish I could hug him that moment but I could not dare myself to do it.
Shawon exhaled longly, Dirotor brought out some food.
-Have a bite, you both. And here one for you too, old lady. May I ask what do we call you?
-My name is Almie, although I love to be called old lady hehe.
-How is your son Hurk been with you?
-I think his friend Corvik wasn't told so I have to start then. We were together a family with my husband, Kyro. He was caught to have been on a heist on a certain region of the human. And that was the last time I heard about him...
-Oh no I'm sorry about that. What was he before that?
-He was just a farmer like myself taking care of Hurk. It was a harsh time making a living. But then there was a war came by and we together both ran off the town and Hurk told me to stay at the cave and he built this shelter. It was rather old looking but he got it reinforced. I'm proud to see my son big and strong, a kind child to take care of me.
-That was sweet of Hurk! Although do you remember which town you were?
-Hardly could I remember, it is very far from here.
-And how lon...
Dirotor was saying but to heard DranGon started groaning again but only heard him with such noises.
-DranGon, you feel comfortable? Don't move too much it might hurt you.
He stopped making noises and went quiet. A few pat on the head and shoulder, a rub over his covered wound. A big guardian could not take on a few hit, could not endure the cold. And then he was here always injured that always required a critical treatment. He might be able to let himself treat overtime but he would be awful to look at with exposed injuries and bleeding all over place. He suffered a lot more than us do. Several death-worth of pain that he had to take on and gulp it down. A nice guy with such weak body, big and fat but almost useless. We hate him, however we still love him. A very complicated guardian, a headacheful of pain. A suffering amount of endurance, he took it all. If we leave him, watch him struggle to do nothing but stare at darkness then fall fainted and cycle repeats. He needed help, a hand to keep him with them. He wished to die but the wish would not be achieveable. The reaper could not even do anything about it. What does he want to do? A hero? A villian? A total defeated useless piece of flesh? A sandbag begging to suffer? He had to stop and treat him well...
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He couldn't make it... in time. It would take a lot more and a lot of time wasted on him just to recover. Other than those could see things around them and interact but looking at him... all he saw was darkness and unconcious attention to time. Never would he know what time it had been but knowing he lived with such short timespan before he shut down again. A very complicated condition to live while making out what had had happened. DranGon?...
It didn't take long until he started to make out few more noises, a quiet screech and some heavy breathing.
-You alright?
As the heart being massaged, soft and gentle, he began to calm down and fell back to the neutral once again. Wounds were a lot better but still need time to recover. It did feel like he wanted to break down but to be so weak that couldn't afford to move a single eye. Body laid still, no moving, breathing was low, cold breath...
Fire still cracking, wind still blowing, snow still falling... and he was still unconcious. Everyone were waiting for him and hope him waking up no problem... take time and don't rush...
