The Forest Sonamy, Silvamy, or Shadamy

Rose help

I opened my eyes, everything was bright causing me to squint. I started to groan in pain as my side welled with agonizing pain.

"Hey, hey", a womens voice echoed.

I barely make out her face.. I barely feel alive.

Am I gonna die?

Thoughts raced my mind, my breath increasingly raised. I tried to breath, but every time I inhaled it felt like A force was stopping me. I started panicking as if I couldn't breath.

"Hey hey- relax. Breath!", the women, whom I still couldn't make out her features, spoke. I followed her advice and tried to calm down.
...

After a bit my vision started clearing, now that my mind was focusing more. I finally saw the women whom had calmed me down. She had pink quills, which was slightly long; all messy. She looked roughed up with scratches on her muzzle. Her eyes were bright emerald green.

"H-hey what should I do!? Your hurt!", she practically cried. 

I realized that she was holding me up, her arms were also slightly damped with my blood. I now stared at the wound that was on my side.

How long was I out? It couldn't have been long. I would have been dead with blood loss.

"You. ...Clothing -stop.", I noticed how nothing of what I wanted to say could be formed out loud in a sentence.

She looked terrified and cried out, "you can't die!! Please what can I do!?".

I barely let a chuckle out. I was thinking this is it. My last few hours alive might be spent in a Forrest with some mysterious girl. I guess, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Cloth? Oh!" The women ripped something and looked at me with a long cloth.

"Here it's cloth from my dress, what do I do? You said clothing and stop. Do I wrap it!?" 

I stared at the women who was desperately trying to save me. I opened my mouth to say, "apply... press..ure".

I noticed her eyes slightly glowed, as if a kid had learned a new trick. I looked down at where she was about to apply pressure. I knew intense pain was gonna happen soon, so I braced my self.

"Ok. I'm going to apply pressure. Im deeply sorry if this will hurt bad".

The determination in her eyes on keeping the me alive was great. She unzipped my leather vest to get a good look at the wound. It was bad, I had to look away, and focus on breathing.

"H-here I go". She sounded nervous as hell. I closed my eyes.

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