His head felt like it splitting apart, he was losing consciousness but he still forced his body to move, he crawled out of the large hole, swimming against the water rushing in.
The flower was thrashing around, it many vines swinging like whips causing the water to explode. He knew if he allowed himself to faint while it was still alive he will be doomed.
But his body didn't have much strength left, it wouldn't be long before he faint and he knew it so he swung his tail with everything he had left and cut off the bud from the stem.
Green fluid spurted out of the wound like a fountain of blood. The last thing he saw before his mind went blank was the vines going limp.
His body floated down, he woke up with a mind splitting headache, it was so painful he couldn't even think clearly without feeling like a sword was stabbed into his forehead.
He forced himself to crawl through the damp muddy floor of the swamp to the flower. It wasn't just his mind, his body felt weak as well.
