Shaka sighed, relieved at last.
Bowing his head in appreciation, Shaka said between pants, "Thank . . . you. . . "
He felt a wave of nausea flow over him as all of the night's events kept pounding down on his weary head, but he still had one thing left to do: save his savior. He tried to ignore the strong smell of metallic blood as he turned and made his way to the door. It creaked in annoyance when it was pushed open again and Shaka peeked his head out.
The rain had picked up a bit in the last minute, but nothing like earlier. The beast man scanned the shadowed cobblestone looking for Herrick's figure . . . . or body. He really hoped that his fight hadn't taken this man's life. That would weigh on his soul pretty heavy. Luckily, illuminated lightly from the window he had busted through, sat Herrick slouched against the wall -breathing. Shaka sighed another breath of relief. It looked like the gods were in his favor tonight. Walking back out into the rain, Shaka came before Herrick with a mild look of concern.
He looked disoriented, but otherwise fine. Offering up a hand, Shaka helped Herrick stand and make his way back into the shelter of the healer's house ((It's a minor gm, but if not okay let me know)). Once they were back inside, he helped Herrick to a seat and then seated himself in another wooden chair. The ghoul finally finished stitching Iris's wounds and now made slow work of cleaning up the mess of blood.
Normally, Shaka would have helped. He appreciated everything that the man had done and wanted to give back to him in some way. It was just his nature. But as of right now, he couldn't lift his head off the chair even if he wanted to. Managing to snag the bag that he had tossed close to the chair, Shaka pulled out a blanket and immediately fell asleep. His eyes didn't stand a chance against the exhaustion that crashed down on them.
* * *
In the morning, Shaka found himself on the table. He jumped from being startled awake by a sharp pain in his side. Azure eyes opened wide in shock and he was about to strangle whoever was trying to kill him before he heard death in his ear, "I wouldn't move if I were you."
It was the ghoul. He was stitching up his side up and by the stinging in his leg he could tell that the wound there had already been taken care of. While he lay still, Shaka slowly evaluated the rest of his body. All the other major and minor wounds had been taken care of and his side was the last to be repaired.
After about another hour on the table, Crembor finished up and shooed him away from the table as he started to clean.
Shaka nodded his in thanks again and made his way down the narrow hall. Off to the left, he felt a pull. She was there. For some reason, he had always felt a pull to her. She could have been miles away and he only needed to close his eyes to feel her direction. He didn't know if it was the animal in him or. . . .
He didn't want to think of such things. As it was, he could no longer stay in this form. Iris had never seen him in his human form. In fact, she didn't even know he had a human form. To her, he was a panther and nothing more. She never questioned if he was a shape shifter like her. Why would she?
Steps before the door, he slipped into his previous form. It was hard and slightly painful process with the stiches, but everything managed to stay shut once he finished. Shaking himself out, Shaka felt out the form he had been in for so long. It came quickly for him and made him wonder for a moment if being humanoid was more foreign to him now than being an animal.
Shaka quickly pushed open the door that was slightly ajar to ignore those thoughts. Iris sat on the bed with a quill and paper in hands with an intense look of concentration furrowing her brow. When she heard the door open, her blue eyes searched the door way for a split second before she recognized the furry creature standing there. She let out a squeal of utter elation and jumped off the bed towards him.
Being careful not to hurt him, she wrapped her arms around him with tears gathering in her eyes, "I thought you were gone! I couldn't find you anywhere. Where have you been?"
Shaka made up some excuse about needing to go to a different doctor and that's where he had been. She readily accepted that answer and continued to hug him.
((Sorry, did a time jump since I really couldn't see that night going anywhere else. If there are any problem, please let me know! I figure we'll regroup and head out?))