Kelp Torment (Ricky)

by **Nost** on April 11th, 2013, 6:34 pm

"I... I don't know, I feel strange..."

Nost's voice was fading, fatigued. "I feel cold...my arm is numb..." He said, lifting his left arm. The stabber was gone, yet he could still hear the words he had pronounced before fleeing. "I'm sorry...".

The man intention wasn't to harm him this way. He attacked in the middle of the confusion, and fear. For some strange reason, Nost seemed to understand the man.
He breathed heavily, every single exhalation was a punishment for him. He was tired, and he could barely speak without having to suddenly stop to breath.
"What am I going to do Ricky?" He looked at the man who had helped him fighting even if he barely met him. Nost's eyes were sobbing, the desperation and fear had possessed his mind, and body.

Nost passed out. He seemed like dead, but he was still breathing.

What are you going to do now?
Wake up my child, wake up.
Wake up, my minion wake up.
it's time for you to face the world.

He opened his eyes. His face was pale. He had a vicious look, totally different from the frightened child he always was. He slowly stood up, holding his injury with both hands. He then, smiled.

He proceeded to calmly walk to the entrance of the bar, falling two or three times in the way, but finally reaching his destination. He approached the beverage he previously bought, grabbed it with one hand. He raised his shirt, so he could see the wound clearly, and then put his left arm in his mouth.
The liquid fell from the bottle to the bleeding bruise. His exalted eyes were wide-open, as his teeth left a mark in his arm, instead of him yelling.

Resting in the seat, he drank the rest of his beverage.
OOCExcuse my extreme delay. I apologize. The good news is that I don't have to do any migration stuff anymore. I'm back in school now, so I might not be as active. But I'm back!

by **Ricky Maze** on April 14th, 2013, 12:24 am

"Just hold on lad, ye'll pull through this I'm sure." Ricky was wary that Nost's injury still bled a bit, yet when the young man fainted Ricky did his best to keep from panicking. He tried to think of something that would stop the bleeding, or at least reduce it. To Ricky's surprise Nost came around and managed to stand. Ricky was quick to help him any way possible, and Nost had went back in the Kelp Bar. Ricky had followed him to find that the man was using his beer to douse the pain, a risky thing to endure considering its alcohol. Yet Nost managed to bear through it and Ricky found that he admired Nost and commended him to pull such an act, and Ricky thought about a way to patch up the stab wound for good.

"Aye, if I recall rightly ye need to keep pressure on it now." He mentioned as he patted Nost on the shoulder, his eyes fixated on the shirt the man wore. Times like this with no bandage to wrap around there was little that could be used, a ripped sleeve was one such useful thing. "Ye're sleeve will help with that lad, if ya don't mind a ripped shirt." He waited to hear Nost before he made any action, and if Nost agreed to the idea then he would find that Ricky would help him rip off a sleeve. It was the least he could do for not being able to stop the damned bastard that stabbed him.