Reconnect (The Owl House~Boshlow)|On Hiatus|

Breakup..?

(Got bored and drew Mattholomule, so here ya go a cover for this chapter.)

Boscha P.O.V.

I passed out a while ago only to wake up with Willow holding me tightly in her arms. She was looking away from me and towards the sound of a fight. Although her face was struck with pure worry I still found the look cute. I looked at my arm to find that blood had already dried into my hoodie but was still bleeding. Seeing my arm made me feel completely nauseous like the reality of how much blood I lost set in at that moment. It honestly gave me a headache and made me a little dizzy. "W-Willow I don't...feel too good." Willow turned to look at me instantly.

"You don't exactly look to good either..." Willow put the back of her hand to my forehead. "You're skin is terribly pale and cold to the touch." Willow grew more panicked and tried checking my pulse.

"Hey I'm awake aren't I?"

"I'm just seeing how quickly your heart is pumping blood. Your hoodie is absolutely soaked in blood and sweat."

"It almost sounds like a...oh what's it called..." Willow looked at me expectantly. "A hypovolemic shock. It's when someone's lost too much blood..." I thought about how I remembered that. Thanks to my mom being in the healing coven I was often subjected to her medicinal lectures on injuries and such.

"Please tell me that's not serious."

"Afraid so...let's see I'm sweating, cold pale skin, dizziness, nausea, headache, and I passed out earlier... that's at least seven symptoms...." I started growing panicked myself. Passing out is one of the severe symptoms if I remember correctly. "Well I haven't thrown up blood and my chest doesn't hurt so I'm not internally hemorrhaging I hope..."

"What's that?"

"Really bad internal bleeding I think...." I could tell Willow's heart rate was picking up. She's getting tense. Willow breathed deeply trying to calm herself down.

"Okay do you think you can move?" I tried moving my good arm barely even moving an inch. My body's too weak. I shook my head feeling tired.

"Willow I think I might pass out."

"No! You can't! You can't pass out again!" Willow's voice came out gently rolled up my sleeve making me wince in pain. "Sorry I'm just trying to see if there's anything I can do." My sleeve wiped most of the blood out of the way giving Willow a good look at the wound. "What happened?! This looks like it'll need stitches!" Willow's fingers lightly brushed over the wound as she tried to examine it. I tried to keep still but it got more difficult the longer Willow held my arm out. "There's something in the cut."

"What is it? A stick or something?" Willow shook her head.

"What were you stabbed with?"

"Some kind of knife why?"

"It looks like the tip might've broken off. The more you move the deeper it's going to get into your arm." I gritted my teeth realizing what she was going to say.

"You're going to pull it out aren't you?" Willow gave me a look of sympathy as she nodded. "Just try to be quick."

"You focus on not moving too much." Willow conjured a pair of tweezers in her hands. "I don't want to hurt you." I prepared myself the best I could as I felt Willow attempt to grabbed the tip of the blade. She accidentally bumped something in my arm forcing me to instinctively want to scream and kick her away from me. Thankfully I was able to keep myself mostly still and stifle my scream. "Sorry!" Willow pulled out the piece of the knife cringing at the warmth of the blood. I felt my breath grow quicker it almost felt like I couldn't breathe.