He thought he was done for... It hurt, hurt so much... Everything did. An act of kindness turned against him, for in the Maw, survival outweighed friendship. He awakened hurting all over, his own blood attached to his fingers as he attempted to get up. He was a Nome now, he had accepted it, but he still wasn't used to it... It was an inconvenient form, especially when you were bitten in the face when you were just trying to help. That girl, she hurt him, when he was just trying to help... It stung, but the wounds in his body did more so. He looked around, his vision blurry as a weak croak left his mouth. Where was he...?