This chipmunk has a shattered jaw, two broken wrists, a few broken fingers, and a dislocated arm. It's not healing, and it doesn't look like there are any chipmunk doctors in the area. Lily frowns, brows knitted together pensively. She can't listen to the chipmunk's pained squeaking anymore, so she rips the leg off of a table, returns to the chipmunk, mutters a quick "Sorry," then bashes its face in.