The Wounds We Heal

Chapter fifty-two: Healing Pains

"Ummm. Do you think he'll need to see Katie again? He healed decently the first time, but now.. this could have cut that process in half! So now Chase has to heal from almost the same wound in half the time," Snowflake said, trying to get the conversation back on track.

"Oh no, I think he'll be fine.." Ryder said, standing up so he could press his fisted hands to his hips. "We won't need Katie's help for this one.. even if the weather was better."

"And give that limb time to rest.." Marshall added. "Then give it support when you get up and about again."

Chase just groaned and eased himself down against the blankets as flat as he could make himself, even flattening his ears back to make his distaste more evident.

"Dude, you could've avoided this." Chester told him. "If you would just relax and let us help you get better.."

"That's not what this is about, Chess." Chase snapped, and even as he stared brightly at him, the younger German Shepherd laid his head facing away from him sadly. And Chester simply dropped the subject with his softened expression.

"Either way, let's see how bad the damage is." Ryder decided, as the pup lifted his head towards his voice.

"Ugh!" Chase groaned, flattening back out again on his covers, then closing his eyes to rest.

"Marshall?" Ryder implied.

"I'm on it." The Dalmatian sighed, heading to the door. But once the sliding doors opened at the touch of a button a huge gust came in and almost knocked him over.

"Ahh!" The pups cried, shielding themselves from the wind.

"Marshall! Be careful!" Rubble called.

"Don't worry! I'll be right back!" The Dalmatian called back, then pushed his way out the door. Everyone was almost stunned when the wind abruptly died, and they stared at the door as a result. Marshall hadn't been gone more than five minutes when..

Thunk..k..k!

Every head popped up.

"Uh.. what was that?" Rubble asked nervously. And a frequent tap remained at a fairly frequent but random rate.

"Anyone else think that's.." Skye's statement was cut short by her yelling.. "Chase, where are you going?!"

Chester had taken off to try and stop his brother, but the younger German Shepherd had reached the door before he could; and the strong wind stopped him in his tracks.

"Chase!" he called.

As soon as the door closed behind him, a big gust of wind blew him against the side of the Lookout. So he took this as a method, by walking his way along the wall of the Lookout. Peering around one of the supportive columns of the building, he squinted to see.

At first he couldn't see anything.. till the topside of a struggling head caught his eye, and he immediately pushed on to get closer.

Marshall tried harder to push the branch off of him, but the branches holding him down and the strong wind blowing it toward him made it difficult. And even though he lay on his back it didn't seem to give him much more leverage or strength.

"Marshall!"

The Dalmatian was stunned to look up in hearing..

"Chase?! What're you doing here!!!??"

"Don't worry about that." Chase immediately told him. Then pressing his left shoulder to the branch on Marshall's left side, he lifted up and then pushed over. 'Biting his tongue' so to speak with how painful the strain was. But all the same, it allowed Marshall the clearance he needed to get off his back and grab the pup pack just inside his pup house. Standing there holding the branch up, while Marshall did his thing, kept him busy.. But only because of how painful it was to stand on his right leg and strain upwards to keep his balance against the wind pushing towards him.