who are you?

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TW: again a bit graphic with the injuries/pain - broken bones

a guttural, raspy scream escaped basils throat.

the bed.... his hand...

the crack of the bones along the top of his hand along with the extreme pain which follows is more than enough to make basil cringe.

his eyes fill with tears as he clutches his wrist and grits his teeth, ears ringing from pain.

engulfed in his pain, he is unaware of the footsteps approaching the scratched up door.

the three knocks which follow are enough to make basil whip around, painfully, to look at the door.

"basil?" a small voice says. "are you ok in there?"

the door muffles the sound so much basil can't decipher who is on the other side.

"the- bed! the bed is- is on my- my HAND!" he manages to say, gasps restricting a clear sentence.

whilst doing so, dried and fresh blood spew on the floor from his scratched throat and bitten tongue and cheeks.

"you're trapped?!" the voice responds. "do you need help?"

"y-," basil hesitates. the uneven planks. they would know what he was trying to do in an instant. this makes his stomach ache in pain, but he is not quite sure why... "no! no no, i've got it!" he quickly corrects.

"ok." basil hears the footsteps receding from the door, confused.

why would they just walk away so easily? what was going on here? why am i here? why am i here?

"why am i hear?" he whispers out loud to himself this time.

the confusion was short-lived as the pain came rushing back to his hand.

taking a really deep breath, he lets go of his wrist to be able to lift the bed once more.

sharp pains send their way up his arm as he begins to move to pick up the bed just enough to pull his hand out.

wincing, he examines the black and blue coating the top of his hand along with the uneven bones threatening to poke out at any moment.

he knew what he had to do, but it did not make it any easier.

the sound of ringing, cracking bones, and this time repressed screams filled basil's ears once more as he set the bones back in place within his hand.

once they are set in place he leans forward to brace himself  with his good hand and is jolted back into all of his friends' arms in the woods for the last time.

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