The seizures had stopped. Oswald knew that the blood had him remember every of his mistakes and night hunts. He couldn't imagine how much Laurel was going through analysing his own death by cannonball.
Once he realised the relief the meat had bestowed upon his shoulders, how much the pain in his stomach had lessened, he looked for more.
But that wasn't taking into account Oswald who still held him tight. He had to calm down first and tap on his arm to get some oxygen back into his lungs.
Gasp!
Oswald had never used this much strength against Laurel, he needed to take back his breath too. "You're with me? For an instant I thought tonight would turn into though job!" He sighed.
He got back on his feet and helped Laurel stand too, but as he had the opportunity to, he held the boy's chin tight and looked at his face with concern. He was examining his friend with all his might and every details his eyes allowed him to see indicated there was no transformation ongoing anymore.
