Lifting his face off the ground, Herobrine grumbled in discomfort. Somehow he had managed to fall asleep, or pass out, on the hard netherack ground. The man ran his hand across his forehead, gently rubbing off small particles that had transferred from the reddish rock to his face. Standing up, his vision went gray, and he lost his balance. Falling hard on the stone chair, Herobrine was forced into the realization that he was terribly dehydrated. Moving slower this time, he stood up, grabbing a netherrack pick, and head over to the icestone quarry he'd discovered.
Gripping his pick lightly, he swung hard on the bluish white rock, creating small cracks in the middle. Bashing the rock over and over, both stone and pick began to break. He was almost done, hoping his pick would last long enough.
Halfway through one his picks and almost done with the same damn stone, he jumped when the eerie silence of the nether was broken by an all-too-familiar sound. Dropping his pick and poking his head over the ledge of the quarry, he saw the faint outline of his nether portal being reopened. He scurried out of the glassy hole and dove behind a couple rocks, wrenching the last few stitches that could never heal the wounds he had. Crouching as he ran, the man raced over to the steps leading to his cliff top home and peered over the ledge for a better view.
Watching with mild shock, he saw a young woman being thrown through the portal by a pair of tan, hairy arms. She collapsed to the ground, auburn hair flying, and cried out in agony.
"I didn't kill him!" she yelled, the portal closed and her voice echoed meaninglessly around the hell world. Trying to stand up, the young woman dragged herself towards the ledge Herobrine had used once.
The nether dweller began to slowly crawl down his stairs, his bare feet (for his shoes had worn down long before) padding gently on the hard rock. He walked silently around the small cave and peered into it. Her right leg was coated in blood, tiny pieces of metal embedded in her leg. The woman's breathing was shallow, coming in ragged breaths, with no energy to sustain her from the blood loss. She slowly bled out onto the soulsand below her.
Herobrine saw her eyes; they were unfocused and staring at the ceiling, tears streaming from them.
"Jack..." she murmured.
"Is that you?" her head drifted over towards the young man before rolling into the back of her head. Unable to bare her suffering, he picked her up gently, and began to jog up the steps two at a time.
Feeling a hand on her leg, the woman acted fast, she snatched up the hand and opened her eyes. Her eyes grew wider. Her mouth opened to scream, but it stuck in her throat, his eyes burned through hers, white and lifeless. Eyes drifting around she began to panic, his clothes were ripped, and leg and sides with open wounds that had dried blood coating the cloth around it. She saw his right arm was bitten, the skin red and veins burned green with infection.
Herobrine shrunk down at her frightened stares and dropped his gaze. He took his hands off her leg, which she must've felt him stitching up. She looked down and saw many chunks of metal in a small pile on the floor and carefully done threading on her leg. A small needle that seemed to have been carved from the metal in her thigh was set next to the woman on the rock and sand couch she had been placed on. Thin threads that matched the color of his jeans held her skin together and trailed through the large eye of the needle, and she figured it out.
"Oh... Thank you." she whispered. She saw a corner of his shirt was covered in her blood and her side was relatively free of it.
"Thank you." she repeated. He nodded and finished the last few stitches. After he had finished, he stood up and walked out of the hut, heading out the house to a hidden chamber above.
"Enirboreh," a loud, purring voice announced. The man looked up at the milky white ghost and dipped his head in greeting. She wrapped her tentacles around the slightly cracked egg below her and continued.
"Namuh?" she asked quietly. The young man nodded and sighed through his nose. This was going to be interesting.