Buttercup ducked underneath burning wooden stuff she once recognized. When she got to Drake, he wasn't moving. And she couldn't understand why! It was so hot, how could he not move? Setting the blade down next to him, she whined and pawed at him. When he did nothing but lie there, she lightly bit his arm with her teeth, and started licking his face. Finally he stirred.
Drake's lungs were on fire, and his chest was so constricted he could barely take in a breath. His head was in a daze, but he instantly recognized where he was. He started moving, even if only half conscious, like he was trained to. He saw Buttercup then, all three of her.
He didn't register pain, but his head felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls, and there was a bump at the top of it when he touched his fingertips t
