#Fr tho these two are doing fine post-stampede and are living their best lives

[jazzcat247]

Graphic and/or Trigger Content warning: Mild Gore, Trauma, and Talk of Amputation.

Paolo cradled Jules' soft, downy neck fur as the shivers continued. He had never received or gave a hug to the lankier bear in month's, if ever. Part of that was due to their... unfortunate encounter, as Father put it, with the unicorn stampede. How Jules had stood over him as he readied his bow. How he barely noticed the hooved demons coming straight for them. How they were lucky to be alive-!

Paolo heard very little, since this was his longest time of consciousness in weeks. He barely knew why father had been so keen on yapping his ear off as the doctors worked. He also didn't know why they gave him so many sleepy pills. By the time he woke up, he.... saw his legs... saw his knees..... his stumps-

Paolo felt cold. He didn't want those pills anymore. He didn't want to sleep anymore. He didn't want to be in this bed anymore... He wanted to know when he'd leave. He wanted to know where his friends were. He wanted to know how jules was. He wanted to thank jules, to talk to jules, he was right there-! But... He felt cold. They both were. They felt cold, scared, and terrible.

By the time he climbed into Jules bed, Paolo thought he'd be kicked and smacked around by the jittery mass of sensitive fur and flesh. But... no sooner had he locked eyes with a pair of ruby red hues did he feel a pair of pale paws wrap around his neck. Though they didn't choke. They didn't pinch, they didn't punch, and they didn't even feel hurtful. They felt.... cold. The body that pressed against him, that huddled against him, felt cold. He never felt so light yet so weighted down in a hug before.

"j-Je.... Je veux aller.... a la maison."

"Si.... Si, Nosotros podemos hacer eso."