You know those songs you make a music video in your head to and always say you'll storyboard but never do?

A young human destined to be king takes a well deserved nap with the orphan goblin who saved his life

Felt like drawing up my best gal, Wakley the goblin Cleric and PHD owning surgeon

BOOM, DOODLES

She had stabilised everyone else. They were unconscious but breathing, and would awaken by the dawn. She went in order of most injured to least, in order to maximise efficiency. Marlin had all but had his guts spilled, and it had taken several rounds of healing spells to bring him away from the brink. Onyx would have blood in her flowers for a while, but the head would was stitched up. Taloc had two fractured ribs and busted knuckles, but despite a head bash knocking him out, he’d be fine.

She thought Hama would be fine. She only had minor lacerations. She’d checked.

Clearly, she had not checked well enough.

one, two, three, four

Wakley had stitched up the biggest wounds, used butterfly bandages on the smaller slashes, disinfected open areas and wrapped gauze around gashes. Only after all that treatment of survivable wounds had she thought to check her abdomen, where she felt the telltale signs of a massive liver rupture.

The fight had been quick, but that ogre had slammed her club directly into Hamas’ midsection, sending her flying. Hama had taken so many hits before and been fine. How? How did she let herself think it’d be nothing JUST because it had always been nothing before?

one, two, three, four

She was all out of magic. She didn’t have the right tools. She had no way of fixing that organ currently spilling toxins inside of her body. All she could do was keep her alive until the dawn came. Natural healing would stabilise her, their friends would awaken and help her to the nearest city, Wakley could gain back the magic needed to fix this. She just had to keep breathing until the dawn came.

Wakley glanced at the sky, as the sun began setting, giving way to a cold, cloudless, solitary night.

Ribs cracked under the force of the ogre gauntlets pressing against her heart over and over.