<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">I can't breathe Jo... my were uncle broke my rib... its punched a whole in my left and middle lung</span></span></span>i whimper at her ((by were uncle he means the brother of the were who turned him)) We were's had a scene which told us where we were hurt and how bad it was. I lifted up my head licking her cheek before falling to the floor. As humans were now aware of our existence were's coming to vet clinics for medical treatment was quite a common site. We felt safer getting treatment in were-form, meant we'd be able to defend ourselves more easily if needed. I also lifted my wounded paw up to her, I'd only been Verecundia, a week now... but if she claimed me I'd be allowed to live with her pack. I'd never be a full pack member again, but at least they wouldn't be at risk of being killed every time i came across other pack were's. I couldn't even clean my Verecundia mark to stop the bleeding, I didn't have the energy to turn into human form and use a cloth to wipe away the salver, so that the anti-clotting agent would be gotten rid of.