((OOC: Backdated to sinfully early Tuesday morning after
this log.))
[At the edge of the woods by Community House #4, a haggard Raphael emerges from the edge of the woods, carrying his unconscious brother on his shoulders. The pair is exhausted, injured, and badly dehydrated, but Raphael keeps walking despite knees that threaten to buckle.
When he nears the village, he sets Don down, propped against a tree. But he won't rest. If he did, he knows he wouldn't be able to get back up. Instead, he finds his journal and starts a message. His voice is hoarse, tired and strained.]
A-anybody- [He has to stop and swallow to gather enough moisture to speak clearly.] I need a doctor, or a healer, I don't care. Somebody who...[Raph stops again as a dizzy spell overcomes him. He closes his eyes and continues, trying not to sway.] Shit. Just...y-you gotta help ‘im.