His eyes they closed
and his last breath spoke
he had seen all to be seen
a life once full
now an empty vase
wilt the blossoms
on his early grave

~The car lurched as he slid into a parking spot nearest the emergency room and he immediately turned the engine off and moved to open the door do the back seat, first snatching the vulpix by the scruff and then looking to Rayne and Cadee~ Everything ok back here? ~The vulpix was held at arms length in case she denied instincts to relax and decided to fight the strange man who just denied her an exit~

walk away me boys
and by morning we'll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what's left
of the flag for me

Because there's a monster living under my bed
Whispering in my ear

The moment he was snatching the vix up by her scruff, ears flattened against her skull as hind legs and tail curled instinctively towards her stomach. A low growl resounded like a pissed off purr from the hallow of her chest as lips curled back to flash canines more highly insulted at the indignant hold like an errant kit being disciplined. She wasn't fully relaxing, but wasn't doing anything more at the moment than let him know her thoughts on her current situation.

The only thing that saved Rayne from getting a fist in the face was the car lurching and sliding to a hault tossing Cadee forward against the seats once more. His whole backseat area was splattered, dribbled upon and polka dotted with splotches of blood that was still seeping angrily. There was no sight of the pale iris, nothing but the black depths of pupils. There was a cold sweat beaded upon her forehead soaking blonde locks matting them slightly, body already trembling in its last fight for warmth and preserving the muscle mass. Her pulse beat a rapid fluttering tattoo against the thin flesh at the hallow of her throat. With nothing touching the abraised wound that'd had the flesh scraped away leaving raw tender meat the numbness was back. The figurative water swallowing her as darkness called. ~Don't touch me~ whether she was telling him, or rayne wasn't apparent

Theres an angel with a hand on my head
She says I've got nothing to fear

Because there's a monster living under my bed
Whispering in my ear

The wound wasn't that bad. It truly wasn't. Sure along her left hip she was missing skin and denim along her left hip where fabric and flesh had been scraped away leaving a ragged wound of raw meat and the sluggish trail of blood. Was her life in danger from the wound? Nah. True it needed to be cleaned and that would probably take a nice local anesthetic to make it bearable. Other than that, slap some bandages on that bad boy some fluids to counter the shock, a few blankets until body temperature returned to normal and she could probably limp out on her own. But they had to look like one helluva 3 ring circus. A very disgruntled fox hanging from her scruff, two girls all but brawling in the back seat, and Kou who later on Cadee would decide had highly over reacted.

The darkness was there, greeting her, promising to numb the pain and make this all a hellacious nightmare. ~You seriously need to learn how to drive~ she was chastising Kou. She was pale, neath a healthy summer tan that spoke of long hours in the sun...underneath, she was whitewashed and clammy. She didn't so much as get out of the car on her own, she was in the process of hoisting herself up from between the front and back seats planning to just....slid out of the....she was hyperventilating by the time she was somewhat free....and getting out of the car was more of....just passing out and spilling out to kiss the asphalt. The featherweight champion hiding from the pain and shock of events in the soothing darkness of unconsciousness

Theres an angel with a hand on my head
She says I've got nothing to fear