Intervar staggered around the home, blood bubbling down his arms and down, his hands, making it difficult to lean against the walls.
He couldn't tell where he'd been viciously struck; it felt like he'd been set on fire, which he thinks he would have preferred if he could tell the difference.
He came close to falling twice, but grabbed himself on the wall, with Donn largely holding him.
He fled into a neighboring restroom, where he promptly collapsed against the sink and turned on the water.
He coughed up blood and spit it into the sink, where he watched it drain.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to stay awake, but Donn immediately began soaking her fur and rubbing the water against his arms.
It felt good against his skin, making staying awake even more difficult.
He was severely damaged by their most recent attack. Now that a weight had been removed off his shoulders, he felt drained.
