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Sage shook his head slightly with a shrug in response to her comments. "I'm not sure. I don't see a moon, but that's because of the smoke," he noted. "could be both," he admitted, taking another bite of food and then getting up to toss his plate in the trash can. He had to steady himself on the walk when a sudden migraine hit, and he put his hand to his face when he noted something warm on his lips. Was....was his nose bleeding? "Shit," he hissed, attempting to get to the window and peer outside, but was rather unsteady and unsuccessful. "what time is it," he groaned, pressing his hand to his now very bloody nose, assuming it was now a full moon....when he was morohing was the onky timw this all happened. But the girl was there....damn it. Alarm bells were going off in his head. He liked her, and trusted her, but....morphing was his most vulnerable points, and he honestly didn't trust her...that much. He also didn't trust himself, admittedly. He wasn't sure what all happened. He'd always been alone. And he didn't know if he wanted her to stay or not.
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Florida stayed by the window, desperately trying to find a star. "hey Sage, do you know if the Northern srar is visible from here?" she turned and looked at him. "you alright?" she took in the blood coming from his nose and the way he frantically looked around. "its probably around 11, why?" she stepped closer to him. "is something here?" her eyes looked around. "Sage" she pressed, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "what's going on"
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Sage heard the girls comment about the star, but couldn't really form enough brain power to respond to her. When she came over, he just shook his head, trying to control his breathing. He groaned when she mentioned it was almost eleven by then, flinching when she touched him and then steadying himself. "It's a full moon....I'm-," he cut himself off when he hunched over in pain, now knowing why his stomach had started to hurt. "Help me back to a room," he half wheezed, sweat already sitting his forehead. He didn't want to eat all their food or anything...he doubted he'd make it all the way back, but still, he could only try. His vision was swimming by then though, and god everything hurt. Hopefully the girl would understand what was happening enough to help him out. Or leave. Whichever she decided to do.
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Florida pulled her hand down from his shoulder, lacing it on his other one and draping her arm across his back. "okay lets go" she whispered, gently leading him down the hall. She didnt know why, but suddenly she felt the need to help him as much as she could. He had saved her life, so now she was permantly indebted to him. "Are you alright?" she led him as far down the hall as he could go
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Sage sort of blindly reached out to the girl, letting her help him to his feet. He kept a hand over his nose, trying to keep from dripping blood on her or... anything really. He was leaning on her heavily, though they were maybe halfway back to the rooms they were sleeping in when his legs gave out underneath him and he sunk to the floor with a sharp yelp. "I'll be fine once the damn sun comes up," he huffed in response to her comment, not even bothering to get up from qhere he was flat on his back. Everything hurt too much for that now....and besides, once he heard the sharp shape of bone, he knew they couldn't move him anymore. Morphing sucked as only half werewolf....the human parts of his body required physical breaking of bones, snapping of muscles, and the like in order to actually change anything. It hurt like nobody's business, and he always wound screaming his head off. His hair was already damp with sweat though...and if he could form words to tell the girl she didn't need to stay, he would have, but that was well beyond his capabilities by now.
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Florida could feel his weight leaning on her more and more. "Sage what the heck is going on!" she dropped to her knees beside him, her hands wiping his wet hair from his face. She looked around. "is there something I can get you? Water? Ice?" she stood, glancing around, her eyes resting on the window. "Whats so special about the sun?" her mind raced as she tried to understand. she was not good under pressure and this was no exception
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Sage heard the girls question, and slowly gathered that she hadn't put the dots together yet, so he just swallowed the blood that was starting to form in his mouth from his nose and such, and did his best to pull together a secentance she might be able to understand. "Full moon," he grunted. "Sun comes up I go back to normal," he added. "And no...nothing helps...I morph, get a minute, then morph back," he wheezed after a moment of jerky breathing, trying to catch his breath as his body twisted on the floor. "Don't have to stay here...you'll be up all night and it's ugly," he managed to add, before pain swamped him again as the transformation travelled up from his legs to his torso, tearing his ribs and organs apart and reforming them, leaving blood....well, pretty well everywhere. He'd managed to turn his head to gag up...a decent amount more, really only half conscious by then but still making pained noises as the night went on. Eventually, he'd transformed to the point where either was done for a few minutes, leaving him in a limp puddle on the floor, in a form that looked half human half wolf, just like the worst stories told. If he were fully werewolf, he could have gone fully to a wolf, but he couldn't. He just got...this. a monster. He'd only get a few minutes of rest before he'd start to change back, but even so he forced himself to wag his tail slightly, trying to tell the girl he was alright and rather thank her for staying. He'd decided he was glad she was there by then.
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Florida had no clue what to do. She stayed beside him, trying not the get sick at the sight of that much blood, willing her tiny bites of food to stay down. She didnt even have time to think before he wagged his tail. she gulped, her eyes wide. She was dreaming. She knew she was. Things like this didn't happen. Flo stared at Sage. "does it- what's- why- how?" she had so many questions. Did it happen every time? Why does it happen and how? Who would be wicked enough to allow their child to suffer through something like this? She let out a breach and placed her hand on his neck, feeling his pulse. She knew a normal pulse was slow, so his seemed to be racing. "wow..." she muttered under her breath. "this is so... incredible? unbelievable? weird? scary?" she shook her head with disbelief
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Sage couldn't speak back to her, and he didn't have much energy to do anything besides blink up at her and pant, head still in her lap. It was odd, to have someone there in such a vulnerable time, and let her touch him. Hold him. And he didn't even care when she touched his neck. He knew well enough how easily she could kill him right then. How utterly helpless he'd be, even against her. But....he trusted her enough to know she'd never purposely do something like that. Not now. He let out a sort of soft whine in response to her questions.... hopefully she'd understand he couldn't speak like a human now, not really. But he'd answer her questions later. It wasn't long before the pain started up again, and he tensed with a low whine. Gradually, his whines and tells and whimpers turned into more human noises of pain as he morphed back. And as the sun rose above the horizon, it all finished. He gave the girl a somewhat drunken looking grin, eyes glazed and damp with sweat, blood everywhere. "Questions later," he sort of wheezed before his eyes rolled up in his head and he passed out in her lap, going limp on the floor.
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She gazed down at him, completely confused. When his whines sarted to change to human noised, she winced. He must have been in so much pain. she gently rubbed her fingers agains his neck until he was normal again. Florida looked down at her legs and bit her lip. Her bare skin was stained with his blood. Her eyes shifted to his face when all of his weight rested on her. Flo looked around. She didn't want to leve him, but she felt like she needed to find him a room where he could actually recover. her eyes laded o the window as the light started to filter through
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