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Open I'm So Sick! (needs a better title)

"Fighting?" inquired Opal as he was rushed upstairs.

"Maybe I should let Lady Shadowflare explain..." said Khran.
 
Thorn closed his eyes and growled as the others payed no attention to him and his wounds. He needed to get outside, he needed energy from the ground if he wanted to mend his supposedly-broken arm.

He picked himself up and started to shuffle towards the door, but tripped while limping. He cried out in pain. The Roselia pushed himself back up with his good arm and headed down the hallway, to the stairs. He took a deep breath before putting one foot forward on the way down; Thorn didn't plan to die by cracking his head open if he tripped again.
 
"You see, it all started a while ago when Ren the Espeon poisoned my breakfast. I got sick, not the spreadable, but the poisoned type of sick, and he tried to kill me. Finally, he admitted he poisoned me and it broke out in fighting."
 
"Really?" squealled Opal, "What happened to him? Are you alright? Is there still fighting?"

"Now calm down, Opal." said Khran, "Ren is dead. I think Shadow-- Er, Lady Shadowflare, is alright. I'm not sure what's going on right now, though."
 
Thorn sighed with relief. After believing every step he took on the perilous saunter downstairs would be his last, he would rejoice at finally getting down. Not now, when he was still in such pain. Thorn laughed slightly as he soon held the handle to the back door in his petals, opened the door and could almost jump out to the garden in this relief. The darkly-colored plant seemed to slowly dance, serving back and forth shuffled into the garden and laid down his roots.
 
Shadowflare padded to her room. "Um, I have a doggy door thing while the others have different sized doors so everybody can come in!" she said, going through the doggy door.
 
"Alright." said Opal as he crawled through the door. Khran followed suit.
 
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