Fletcher groaned as he was flung into the grass. Spiting out a mouthful of grass the young shifter clutched at his head, only to feel a distinct liquid upon his fingers. Blood. The male cringed inwardly as he opened his eyes, the world was a blur of shapes and figures as the strangled screams of once happy fair goers were heard all around. And then it hit him. “I can’t see– why can’t I see!?”
Ava didn’t know how long she was out for, but she awoke with the biggest headache and tasted bile in the back of her throat. As she sat up and looked around at the chaos she felt those symptoms were minor in comparison. Hearing a familiar voice her dizzying brain focused as she stumbled up and moved toward Fletcher. “Fletch! It’s Ava.” The brunette clumsily dropped down next to him. Her gaze surveyed the man’s condition, seeing the blood she felt that bile taste again. “It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.” She said encouragingly to him, but also commanding it to be true. “Can you walk?”
