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Roswell nodded his head slowly, groaning as he was lifted up. His eyes hazily sought out the boar and he smiled triumphantly - he had never done anything like it before, and was surprised that it actually worked. Although he was in a hell of a lot of pain now, and it probably wouldn't go away anytime soon. The white t-shirt was already staining in blood, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been without the make-shift tourniquet around his upper arm.

He stumbled his way across the sand and grass, almost leaning too much into Rivers side to get back to where their boat had been. Luckily they hadn't gotten too far away before the Boar came up on them. He was wondering though, why the boar had acted so aggressively in the first place. Maybe they had come upon its den? Were there small piglets in that area? He couldn't think about it though, his mind going fuzzy and his vision swimming with black dots.

He was settled down in the warm sand and he groaned as he laid himself back, a sweat - not from the heat - already breaking out on his flesh. Surely he wasn't infected, but the fact that the boar had sliced through his arm, tearing up veins that were likely important and vital to surviving, he had lost enough blood already and it showed in the way his skin was paling from its normally tan complexion. His blue eyes opened and he sought refuge in Rivers green eyes "Don't let me die, Riv..." he coughed out, trickle of blood escaping his mouth and running down the side of his cheek "I'm not ready to die, ya hear me? I'm *not* ready."