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My first problem in getting back home was to get out of this hamster cage. Standing on my good leg, I managed to open the ceiling door and lift myself up onto the top of it. Once I'm free, I have to figure out on a way to get down, it's about a meter and there isn't anything to break my fall. I guess I'll have to climb down.

Dragging myself to the edge of the table was a burden, I climbed down the table leg by carefully sliding down on it. Once my rear touched the floor, I crawled out of Gargamel's hovel and out the open door. Once I'm out of the hovel, I quickly dragged myself into the cover of the forest. I'm a helpless little animal that's on the verge on being someone's lunch, either animal... or human.

I'm not scared, my main concern at the moment was the pain in my leg as the broken tibia mispositioned itself again. I must find a way to bandage my leg, a splint will work just fine. Since I'm a doctor, I can do it better than the smurfs can. Before I did anything, I grabbed my broken leg straightened it again. It made a sickly cracking sound as it hurts more than I expected.

I grabbed a couple of strong twigs that's half as long as my broken leg and managed to place them between it, then used some gauze from my First Aid Kit to tie them together. After making sure it's secure, I made myself an underarm crutch. After about 5 minutes, I managed to make a crutch out of twigs as the frame and some leaves for the padding.

It was slightly longer than expected so I have to time myself to avoid walking on my bad leg. Of course I could make another crutch but I just don't have that kind of time. The sun was going down, it starting to touch the horizon. I'm planning not to spend another night in the woods, I wanted to be in my cozy bed as soon as possible. But doing the math, I calculated that it would take me 6 hours to get back home where an uninjured smurf about 3.

"This sucks," I muttered to myself, "Guess I'll be walking in the dark then."

It was difficult to walk, my broken leg had slowed me down enough that I just walked 100 meters when the sun went down. I didn't bother to build a shelter, I just crawled underneath a bush and simply slept there for the night.

When the sun came up, I was exhausted and I had a massive headache. I felt cold, really cold. I was shivering and sweating, I felt my own forehead and discovered it's hot to the touch. The Typhoid Fever is back, but not as strong as it used to be. My strength was once again being zapped from my body, probably I hadn't ate anything in since yesterday. Now I'm starting to feel the pressure, and I'm feeling myself breaking down.

I walked all day, just taking short 10 minute breaks every hour. I managed to cover about 3 kilometers when noon came by, due to my slow pace thanks to the injury. About a couple hours later, I walked a kilometer. By 3PM, just 500 meters. Doing the math, I walked about 4.6 kilometers. By that time, muscle cramps threaten to cripple the other leg. I was getting dehydrated, I'm all out of water from my canteen.

After getting another 400 meters, I collapsed onto the ground due to exhaustion. "Just two kilometers to go," I mumbled to myself, "Get off your ass Chernov, this ain't over yet."

I pretty much continued my direction of travel, I could feel that I'm close. Getting to a Smurf Village is hard enough but walking there is difficult, after walking another few meters I can't walk anymore. I simply set back on a log to rest, I simply couldn't do this anymore. Suddenly, a bird came dropping out of the sky. It was Alpha, and she appears worried.

"Don't worry Alpha," I told her, "It's pretty much all in a days work."

She didn't get the joke, but I sat up and managed to walk towards her. I used my crutch to hoist myself onto her back, once secure I simply said, "Go gently now."

The eagle took to the skies once more, I just close my eyes and wait as I hang on for dear life. When I hear her screech, I opened my eyes and look down. I saw the familiar mushroom building below, "Alpha!" I cried, "We're here!"

She dove down as I hang on to her feathers with both hands, when she landed I got off her back and collapsed to the ground. "Thank you Alpha," I said, "I owe you one."

The eagle simply took to the skies and flew away, making her eagle squeal in the process. I just laid there as fellow smurfs came running out of nowhere, the look on their faces says it all. Shock.

"Holy Smurf," said a smurf, "Smurf the alarm! Someone get Papa Smurf!"

Papa Smurf came running along and rushed to my aid with Hefty and Handy behind him, "Oh smurf," he said, "This is bad, he's in the worse smurf in his life."

By the time he got there, about a crowd of smurfs gathered around me. The look on Smurfette's face tells me that she's more shocked than the others. "Man I'm glad to see you all," I said, giving off a weak smile, "You have no idea how much crap I been in, you got my letter?"

"In fact we did," said Papa Smurf, "Too many Pses and your death humor seems to be too ridiculous. But my smurf Chernov, you're worse than we could have imagined."

Vanity held up his mirror for me to see my reflection as I stood up balancing on my crutch, I looked thinner, have red spots all over my chest and neck, my green skin seems yellow-green rather than grass green. Not to mention I'm covered with blood from my nosebleed, I just looked at the smurfs who were still shocked and said. "Starved, sick with Typhoid, and a broken leg, not much of a problem here."

I soon collapsed, Hefty and Handy rushed to me and picked up my arms and legs. I yelped as Hefty stupidly try to pick up my broken leg, "Hefty!" snapped Papa Smurf.

"Sorry," he said.

"Ok, get Chernov back to his home." he said, "We'll see what we could do for him there."

The smurfs carried me back to my house, just seeing it is heartwarming. The ridiculously tall smokestack hadn't belched out smoke in two weeks, I wonder if the smurfs missed it.

I managed to unlock the door before they carried me inside, the house was dark and steaming hot as it was 32 degrees Celcius. They sat me on the couch and I asked Handy to press a button near the door. When he pressed it, the shutters slide upwards and sunlight shined brightly into the room. "Papa Smurf," I said, "I need to have a word with you. Alone."

Handy and Hefty left the mushroom house and shut the door behind him, Papa Smurf pulls up the nearby stool and sat in it. "So what do you have for me Chernov?"

"There's this river that was nearly damed up by the humans," I explained, "I went in and blown up the dam, but I got into a struggle with Gargamel and his cat next to the very same river a few days later. I pulled Azrael into the river with me and fell about 150 meters, and caught Typhoid as a result. I'm just telling you this because a Typhoid infection might wipe out the smurfs, and I still have it as you can see."

"Chernov," said Papa Smurf, "Get yourself cleaned up and I'll see what I could do for you, then explain the rest of your misadventure later."

With that, Papa Smurf got up and left my home. Once he shut the door behind him, I hobbled to the bathroom and strip myself from clothes before taking a shower. The water was hot, thanks to the solar heater. Once I dried myself, I put on the proper splints on my leg and grabbed a aluminum crutch. I simply walked into my small bedroom and simply lie back on my bed, I missed it so much.

I took off my backpack and wrote some important information in it before falling asleep, with the thought that my ordeal is over. However, I'm not done yet.

TO BE CONTINUED...