They knew it! They knew they shouldn't have taken the opportunity to try to take back the talisman and run.
The nomads were right at their tails as spears, danced above, trying to trap them.
"Scrooge we have to leave the talisman here! I never thought I would ever say this but leave it!" Goldie yelled as she blocked a male nomad's jab and swung her knife at the nomad, trying to scare him off.
"Not today! It will take forever ta come back! By then, they'll know our tricks thanks ta yew!" Scrooge yelled.
He took a small talisman, about the size of a loaf of wheat bread at the most that was a small spear with a small crescent at the bottom with curves coming at the top all in a silver haze.
"Ha ha! Ah got it!" he jeered.
"Scrooge not the time! We got to get out of here!"
Nomads, left and right all began to throw their spears, long and short at their enemies.
"We got ta get out of here." Scrooge finally admitted.
"For once, we are total opposites this time... Duck!"
Spears again came at them. Both Scrooge and Goldie's back began to hit some sharp rocks and shadows began to creep closer. They were cornered.
"Great going Scrooge! I could have never done better!" Goldie yelled sarcastically as she began to take a spear that hit a nomad square in the chest. She began to dig through her pack and found a rope, not long as she had hoped but it would work for now.
"Here hold this." she began to give one end of the rope to Scrooge and ran over to them.
She dodged an attack as she went over and under, through and through as she began to tie nomads from each angle.
Scrooge held the end tightly, not sure what his partner was planning to do.
"Scrooge! Pull the ends now!" Goldie yelled as she began to tie the last knot.
Out of nowhere, like it had been in slow motion, one nomad avoided being captured, such behind him, a sharp spear with him.
And all Scrooge and Goldie knew, Scrooge was on the ground, clutching his stomach.
"Scrooge?" she said, almost softly for her own tone. She began to place any rock she could find over the rope and ran over to her partner.
"Hey? You good?" Scrooge couldn't form a single word but groans of hurt as he showed what his arm was hiding.
There was a huge stab in his stomach.
Red oozed out of it, making a sickening noise out of it. It stained his beige coat and was going to go for Goldie's vest.
"We gotta get out of here now."
"But... Wot about everything else?" he managed to say.
She began to look back toward the Nomads, still struggling to find a way out.
"I want us to get out of before I get killed."
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Scrooge winced as he began to lay down on his back, putting pressure on the wound. His face streaked with pain and pale due to blood loss.
Night began to creep into the sky, slowly and steadily as to contrast, his wound was not going to get any better.
Goldie came, her hair down to her back, her shirt off (only to have an undershirt underneath), bringing a pot of water, needle and thread, and small rags that seemed to be her now torn up shirt.
"Sit up and hold still. It's gonna hurt." she said. Goldie began to press the cold, sodden rag to his exposed, fresh wound.
He winced as he laid back down. "Ya did it too hard." he managed to stuttered.
She only rolled her eyes. "Shut up and let me help you."
"Now since did ye want to help me?"
She didn't respond as she began to put a thread between the small hole at the top of the needle.
"Woah woah woah! Ye aren't going ta stitch me aren't ye?"
She looked at him like he was insane. "Duh what did you think! That wound is too deep and if not cure, you can get sepsis or worse, dead. Now stay still like a good little boy."
"Ah'm not a child and it's jest a scrape." he said as he tried to lift himself up. "Ah'm Scrooge McDuck and Ae can owww..." he whimpered as a sharp pain thrusted in.
"Please don't do this. It'll only make things worse," she said, grabbing a long stick. "It makes things worse on me." she muttered the last part.
Goldie began to settle down next to him, needle in one hand, gauze in other.
"I have to patch you up. No exceptions. You may burn with a fever for a day and ache; I don't want you complaining..."
"Goldie why are ye doing this?" Scrooge interrupted. Of all this, after being abandoned in a dessert for weeks and lost in the arctic, he really didn't expect Goldie to be now the "full time nurse"
"Will you just shut up and let me do this! You're making it worse you tightwad!" she snarled.
"Goldie," he sighed as he slowly grabbed her hand and rubbed her knuckled. "Tell me."
Words couldn't come out. Can she tell it?
No tell him something else besides what you want
"I'll have no one to abandon now. That's why." she said, thinking of another reasons which was partially the truth.
"Goldie Ah know yer lying. Yer pulse is racing and you didn't look in ma direction." Scrooge said.
"How did you..."
He merely shrugged. "Ah know ye O'Gilt. Ae know when yew lie. Plus Ah doubt ye care if Ae ever get hurt like the Himalayas incident..."
"Grrr fine!" she said. Goldie looked off at the corner. "I do care." she muttered.
Scrooge smirked. "Yew care about who?"
"Fine! I care! Usually on these adventures, I get hurt and you usually patch me up so fast and many times that I can't even count how many times!" she babbled, not even knowing how fast she babbled. "Now just seeing you hurt, well, I don't know, makes me feel for once guilty..."
Scrooge didn't listen well after that. He was speechless. Of all the times they had a talk, she was never very truly honest (and if she was, it was either bad or inappropriate)
"Scrooge?" Goldie said, waving her hand over his face. He snapped out of his thoughts and smiled gently.
"Ah knew ye cared." he said as he cupped her cheek but winced as he felt an even sharper pain come out of the wound.
"Oh yeah, we need to take care of that." Goldie said, smirking at the cheesiness of the moment. "Now where did I leave that alcohol?"
She began to dig through the bag again as she felt something heat up and she quickly snatched her hand back.
"Gah! What was that?" she said. She took a small peak in and saw the talisman, glowing and having small pictures on the brim, shining brighter than the talisman itself.
She squinted her eyes as she saw the pictures. They show a tiny person, waving the talisman around in a specific pattern.
Goldie lifted the talisman, the scorching hotness turning into a soft, cool touch. A small surge of power came surging through her, like no other curse item before.
"Goldie?" he said as Goldie began to tap her foot. The talisman swirled into a different color, a mahogany shade and turned back into it's regular color.
"What was that?" he asked, confused.
"I... I don't know." she said. "But we gotta get you..."
Her hand landed on the wound and miraculously, it lit up. A shade of baby blue were on the tips of her fingers and the colors swirled in a spiral pattern.
Before their eyes, there was no more blood on his clothes and the stab was sealed.
"Bless me Bagpipes... Goldie what did you do?"