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I woke up in the middle of the night. Worried about Crystal, I half-
expected her still to be out. Glancing at the bed beside me, I was relieved
to see Crystal sleeping there, hair glistening like liquid silver. Droplets
of water beaded on her face, illuminated by the moonlight filtering through
a window. Getting up, my foot met with something wet on the floor. Looking
closer, I saw that it was her armor, and that she was just wearing a
camisole and panties. Hmm. How Familiar... yet it wasn't. She looked
more...covered. Squinting in the dim light, I saw that she had bandaged her
arms and legs up, as well as a bandage wrapping around her middle. She did
a pretty good job of bandaging them, but I wanted to be sure.
Lifting her above the light blanket, I unwound the bandages around her wounds, and what I saw nearly made me puke. Even in the pale light of the moon, I could see that these cuts were poisoned. Purple around the edges, and spewing pus like there was no tomorrow, there was no way that these weren't poisoned. Being careful not to wake her, I scrambled to get a healing potion and a curing potion. I cleaned the cuts in the healing potion, and watching her writhe in pain, I poured the curing potion into the cuts. Flailing wildly, it was a wonder she didn't wake up.
Re-wrapping her in new bandages, I put her back in bed, and hoped for the best. I wouldn't know until morning though... Sunlight filtered through the window, and made Crystal, though she had looked like she would spring wings in the night, look like a goddess, with her hair aflame with colors from the dawn light. She hadn't awoken yet, so I sat by her bed to check the bandages on her right forearm, which was the closest to me. The wound no longer looked poisoned, though she wouldn't be able to use her arms for a while.
While I was re-wrapping the bandage, Crystal sat up and stared at me, looking at a loss for words. She shook her head as if to clear it, and shook me off impatiently. Getting up, she headed for her bag. Trying to lift it, she fell back against my bed, not being able to pick up her sword or bag without excruciating pain. Hesitating, she barely let me get close enough to her to help her. After a bit of persuasion, and a bit more torture from trying to do it herself, she finally let me help her get dressed, and to help her pack her bag to take off. After I slung Armageddon on her back, I took her down to the café to wait for Peter.
After letting her order herself breakfast, I headed to the item shop to pick up more lives and healing potions. After running out of them in the desert, I also picked up as many tents as my bag would allow. Heading back to the café, I stepped up to the table to find that Peter was already there, and talking about as much as he usually did. Ordering a frothy glass of juice, I looked at Peter and asked if he was ready to go. Shooting me the coldest glance I thought possible, he shut me up quick. Making myself look busy, I finished my drink and checked on Crystal's sores again. Pouring another curative potion on them, I watched her bite her lip to keep from screaming.
Keeping an eye on Peter, I repeated my earlier question again, this time making sure he had finished his drink. Hardening his gaze, and focusing his gray-green eyes on me, he answered that he was waiting for me. Holding back a snigger, I pondered his lame excuse. Maybe he was waiting for me to tend to Crystal again. In that case, his remark was feasible. Helping Crystal to her feet, I almost melted when she leaned on me for support, to help her walk out of the café and inn. Walking behind us was Peter, very conscious to Crystal's condition, and taking care to walk slowly as we left the town.
Lifting her above the light blanket, I unwound the bandages around her wounds, and what I saw nearly made me puke. Even in the pale light of the moon, I could see that these cuts were poisoned. Purple around the edges, and spewing pus like there was no tomorrow, there was no way that these weren't poisoned. Being careful not to wake her, I scrambled to get a healing potion and a curing potion. I cleaned the cuts in the healing potion, and watching her writhe in pain, I poured the curing potion into the cuts. Flailing wildly, it was a wonder she didn't wake up.
Re-wrapping her in new bandages, I put her back in bed, and hoped for the best. I wouldn't know until morning though... Sunlight filtered through the window, and made Crystal, though she had looked like she would spring wings in the night, look like a goddess, with her hair aflame with colors from the dawn light. She hadn't awoken yet, so I sat by her bed to check the bandages on her right forearm, which was the closest to me. The wound no longer looked poisoned, though she wouldn't be able to use her arms for a while.
While I was re-wrapping the bandage, Crystal sat up and stared at me, looking at a loss for words. She shook her head as if to clear it, and shook me off impatiently. Getting up, she headed for her bag. Trying to lift it, she fell back against my bed, not being able to pick up her sword or bag without excruciating pain. Hesitating, she barely let me get close enough to her to help her. After a bit of persuasion, and a bit more torture from trying to do it herself, she finally let me help her get dressed, and to help her pack her bag to take off. After I slung Armageddon on her back, I took her down to the café to wait for Peter.
After letting her order herself breakfast, I headed to the item shop to pick up more lives and healing potions. After running out of them in the desert, I also picked up as many tents as my bag would allow. Heading back to the café, I stepped up to the table to find that Peter was already there, and talking about as much as he usually did. Ordering a frothy glass of juice, I looked at Peter and asked if he was ready to go. Shooting me the coldest glance I thought possible, he shut me up quick. Making myself look busy, I finished my drink and checked on Crystal's sores again. Pouring another curative potion on them, I watched her bite her lip to keep from screaming.
Keeping an eye on Peter, I repeated my earlier question again, this time making sure he had finished his drink. Hardening his gaze, and focusing his gray-green eyes on me, he answered that he was waiting for me. Holding back a snigger, I pondered his lame excuse. Maybe he was waiting for me to tend to Crystal again. In that case, his remark was feasible. Helping Crystal to her feet, I almost melted when she leaned on me for support, to help her walk out of the café and inn. Walking behind us was Peter, very conscious to Crystal's condition, and taking care to walk slowly as we left the town.