Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170127182024/@comment-26854056-20170212204242

Quail was lying in his bed, wads of bandages wrapped around his stomach yet you can still see a hint of blood seeping underneath the thick fabric.

A heart rate monitor beeped every once in a while, the line getting dangerously low. Screams and sobs echoed thoughout the hospital room, but everything to him was simply muted. Like he was underwater.

Falling, and falling and falling.

All he wanted to do was go to sleep. But he tried to not give in to the deadly mistake of resting.

A blonde mop of hair grew in place of the teal mess that took it's place before.

How many hours, days or years has it been...? Quail didn't care.

All he could do is fall, and fall, and fall.