Hellos! SonomaCurtis here! Congrats you've begun to read the newest story in my growing Dorchet Saga. If you have not yet read Dorchet's Story, I highly recommend for you to do so. For every one else...start...your...READING!
Greed smiled at his new crew. Bido and some of the other weaker ones were fighting over a steak. While Martel and Loa sat off in the corner, finally re-acquainted with their possessions. Martel was pulling at her top. Loa was tearing up at an old wallet he had found. Then Greed turned toward the 'living room'. Really just a room with couch. On that couch sat the worst wounded of the Chimera.
He walked over to the couch and sat on the back. Gently he placed the back of his hand against the boy's forehead. He had a raging fever. Greed pulled his hand back, and thought for a second.
"Martel, get me a cold, wet washcloth." Greed commanded. The snake woman did as she was told and brought it back. Greed snatched it from her then waved his hand to show she didn't need to be there anymore. Carefully he pressed the cloth to the boy's forehead. After a few seconds, the boy moaned and moved his head. Greed smiled.
"Loa, keep this clothe on his head. When it gets warm have Martel go and soak it again." Greed looked back down at the young boy. Then over to the bundle Martel had helped him steal from the Lab. She had said that they were the boy's. A sword lay right on the top. Greed looked back to Loa. "When the fever goes down, come get me."
Sorry for how short this chapter is, they will get longer. I hope that you enjoyed this, and please leave constructive comments!