05-25-2018, 04:57 AM
"W-wrong with t-the foal. W-what happening h-hurt s-so m-much." His couldnt focus his vision there was nothing to focus on the meat infront of him didnt catch his interest. He was to busy trying to stear at the other marers and what they were doing that and Darnell. He was concerned as he groaned with every stitch. His h.launches were soaked with blood as was the back of his blond legs. He wanted some one to hold onto he neded some one to talk to. His vision blurred and he felt as though he was gonna be sick.