...and all your words will soon desert you [ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ: ᴀᴛʟᴜs & ʀᴀɪɴᴇ]
"Thank you."
Alvin grunted, scar strained when he helped lay Red down on a free mat. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before taking the opportunity to sit down against the wall. His eyes trailed from Red, to the doctor, then to Atlus, who he nodded at before looking down to his feet. He wasn’t in the mood to explain.
Atlus exchanged the look with Alvin, nodding weakly.
"Red doesn’t handle heat the same way we do… he passed out, a-and I can’t tell if he’s going to be okay…" Atlus swallowed. "He was just napping on the couch. I knew I should’ve been paying more attention…" he teared up again. "Is there anything you can do?"
"This is bad." Raine said, "I've seen many cases of heatstroke since the start of this hellish sun, but I've never seen a case so far advanced. Why didn't you bring him sooner?" Raine scolded the pair who brought the poor caninu in. She didn't wait for an answer, she went right to work. She had no idea if she'd be able to save this dog. From her perspective, things looked terribly grim, but as a healer, she had to try anyways. Her title as a healer demanded it.
Magic was probably the first thing Raine jumped towards. Though her powers have weakened, Raine can still heal. It might not be enough to fully heal the poor dog, but anything at this point would be useful. Raine could see he was on the brink of death.
She sat down next to Red, lifted her staff, and cast her incantation. She hoped this would be enough to at least give her more time. At this point she just wasn't sure.
Her incantation cast, the magic light glowing from her staff and arms, going into Red's body. She just hoped this magic would work.
