[Not the point, though the smell of what did this... it makes him nauseous, honestly, the simple smell of death and dying that's clinging to Chase making his panic all the worse. No. No, this wasn't happening, he couldn't-- Chase wasn't going to die because of this!]
Sorry, sorry... [Pushing his nose into the Crow's hair at all those pained sounds as he tries to compose himself a little, he knew it would hurt and he's so, so damn sorry, you have no idea, but he can't switch him around now. Hissing a little,] Shut up. [Because he's a hell've a lot faster than Chase right now. He's starting off towards the clinic, trying to move quickly without jostling the Crow too much.]
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