#poor dane

She knew she was late but to be so late that the nightmare was about to get the one she was supposed to care for, was not okay. The nightmare was black and full of sharp things, it hissed at the clone who was paralyzed because of what it had done to his head. Jumping in front of the poor clone she snarled and blew out her dream smoke making it screech and melt into a black puddle of goop. Growling she made it singe away with her smoke before looking to the clone.

Dane couldn’t move, he felt so numb and couldn’t see. His eyes were a milky white and his cheeks were drenched in tears as they just kept coming. Rolling down his face to drip at his chin or stream down his throat. He was shaking and his breaths were barely noticeable, that thing had gotten into his head and hurt him from the inside. He couldn’t think, everything in his head was blank he barely had enough strength to breathe and gently set his head back against the wall, he looked pale and almost all color in his face was gone….

Carefully she moved to stand in his lap her little paws on his shoulders as she began to take away the numbness and pain. His tears getting on he snout as she put her head under his own gently. She gave off a soft weak purr nor sure if she had lost him just yet. She knew one thing though….

He wound never be the same ever again.

Slowly Dane let his head fall down into something soft his eyes were starting to clear and he could hear a faint sound. It was a soft rumble and it made him feel again, with shaking hands he reached up to touch whatever had saved him becoming exhausted far too quick. Whatever the thing was, it calmed him and was so warm it made him even more sleepy. Eventually he had closed his eyes for too long and fell asleep fully leaning to his savior.