Drizzt Do'Urden's Very Bad Day(s)

Drizzt Do'Urden's day began well enough. In fact, it began very well. He did 3 more pushups than normal, his fried eggs and toast were unusually delicious, and the woods hummed with pleasant birdsong.

But all good things must end, and Drizzt's ended the moment he spilled hot grease onto his arm. Things went rapidly downhill from there. Drizzt dropped the hot skillet and lunged for the cool, gushing stream. Gritting his teeth, he wiped his burnt arm on the only grease-absorbant material at hand: his rough-woven pants. Then he sprawled out onto the ground, plunging his arm into the stream.

Drizzt sighed. The cool water of the gentle stream soothed his burn; Drizzt smiled and reached into his pocket for a salve. His fingers touched something wet and slimy. The salve had spilled out of its jar. Drizzt scraped at the surface...

"OOOOOOWWWWWWW! GODS DAMN! GODS DAMN!" The woods resounded with the unfortunate drow's shrieks as the 'salve' clamped three rows of needle-sharp teeth onto Drizzt's fingers. Drizzt flailed his arms, and hurled the deathtooth frog across the stream. His index finger was already swelling up; Drizzt squeezed the wrist hard with his left hand, flexing his fingers energetically under the water. Ugly tendrils of blood and blueish toxins misted out into the water.

---====LATER====---
"Ahem...ooh...interesting...hmm..." The healer rummaged about in his drawer, then brought out a wicked-looking needle probe. "Well, you've got yourself a major infection there...surprised you're still alive, really..."

Drizzt watched in horror as the Dr. Kuack summoned more light globes with rapid-fire finger snaps, then tilted Drizzt's monstrous index finger. "Wha - &*^(^!!!!"

The doctor jerked his probe out and fairly tumbled off his chair. Twinkle whistled, splattering blood onto the walls. The door cracked open; Kuack Jr. peered in, unconcerned. Such exclamations were not uncommon.

Kuack frowned. "Dad?" he asked uncertainly. He opened the door farther, glimpsing Dr. Kuack's still form and the hooded patient's bloody blade. "What happened in here?!" he cried, snatching up a long scalpel from the tray beside the door.

"Sorry?" offered Drizzt regretfully, staring at the doctor lying on the floor.

"You killed him!" the son screamed. "Die, fiend!"

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