Dying sucks
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Would that he could, Iibron would had smacked Kasmin in this moment. He was fine?! He didn’t need anything?! Helping him wasn’t fair?! Fuck that! His Signless was practically bleeding out in front on him, there was no way in reality Psiioniic was going to let that happen, especially not when he was partially responsible for Kasmin’s sad state. "Fuck that. Forget the choice, you have lost your choosing privileges. You’re hurt and I am going to help you whether you think you need it or not. For fucks’s sake Kasmin, you’re still BLEEDING. And don’t think for a second I didn’t here you groan or see those grimaces of agony. Nuh uh. I heard them loud and clear Mr. I’m fine and I don’t need anyfin." Before Kasmin could raise his voice to fight, something Iibron was sure Signless would do, he willed his psiionics to life and aimed a wave of suppressing power at Kasmin. “Now you stay right there and don’t move a muscle. I’m going to get a fire ready as well as first aid.” Still not giving Kasmin so much as a breath of air in which to raise a protest Iibron got up, gathered sticks, leaves and whatever other debris looked like it would burn from in and around the cave and gathered it into a loose pile. One spark of power was all it took to set the kindling burning; and then the fire started. That done Iibron unshouldered the two large backpacks he wore and threw them next to Signless. "Before the shit with the weather went down I stocked up on everything. I have thermal sleeping bags, thread, needles and gods only know what else. Feel free to help yourself, but not trying to heal any more of your own wounds. That’s my job now." Figuring that Signless was either going to fight no matter what or, for once in his life, shut up, Iibron plopped himself back down next to him and started rummaging through one of his bags in silence.
Grimacing and listening to his mate he shook his head, "Iibron no-". The words bubbled and lost sound as the other used his psionics against him. Feeling himself give in to them, being too weak to even begin to fight them off, his arms loosened before coming to just rest in his lap. The pleasant tingles of the psionics down his spine practically forced him to relax the rest of the muscles in his body.
Groaning internally he simply nodded at his goldblood's commands. Not like he could move anything anyway, the psionics had felt nice and helped him relax in a way he couldnt do himself. "O-ok." His reply was soft, not weak or hurt, just quiet and more to himself.
Hating how his mate was doing everything, Kasmin just watched the taller troll gather supplies and setting up the fire. Not wanting to hold himself up anymore, Kasmin shifted and laid on the stone ground, holding the backpack that was tossed to him against the upper part of his chest. This time letting out an audible groan as pain shot through his chest and ribs. The mutant prayed nothing was broken.
Ears perking as the other began to speak again he nodded and sighed. "I dont want to take your supplies away from you, you earned them yourself." Now that the psionics effects were wearing off he built up the energy to argue. "You got them so theyre yours, its not in my right to use them."
Flinching involuntarily as Iibron sat back down next to him he watched quietly, the others silence made his skin crawl. "Look, Iibron, I know you want to do this for me and thats really nice but you dont have to and as long as youre here I can patch myself up." Bullshit, he knew it too, he was terrified of stitching up the major wound on his side whether he had help or not.










